The Elven Entanglement (Inactive)

Game Master Matthais777

Seeing Lore hard pressed, Dailung continues to attack, repeating the action before.Add Gamins enhancement bonus to her blade. Gamin will also cast guidance on her, to be used on a saving throw, if necessary.
If her first attack kills the tree, she takes a five foot step and attacks the other. I hope I can crit, as this would mean 2 panache again ;-)
Attack: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (18) + 21 = 391d6 + 15 ⇒ (1) + 15 = 16
Attack: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (12) + 16 = 281d6 + 15 ⇒ (5) + 15 = 20
Conf: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (8) + 21 = 291d6 + 15 ⇒ (4) + 15 = 19

Do not forget haste Dailung

Thanks, I just remembered you hasted someone else!
AttackHaste: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (2) + 21 = 231d6 + 15 ⇒ (2) + 15 = 17

Doesn't confirm sadly, but is still enough to kill the jerk!

The tree lets out a long moan of pain as it shudders and dies, Dailung's sword finally cutting deep enough to sever whatever would pass for a flow of life in a tree as sap oozes along her blade and down into the ground. Dailung steps to the side and strikes again, missing with the first blow but landing on the second. Sadly, her strikes are not nearly as effective on the fiendish tree, but every chip helps.

BOLD MAY ACT!
Jewels
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Eukalia -13
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Fendel
Pandora
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Treant -26
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Dailung
Lore -90

AC 33

Attack 1: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (19) + 13 = 32
Attack 2: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (14) + 13 = 27
Attack 3: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

Damage 1: 1d8 + 15 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + 15 + (4) = 22 4 Electrical
Damage 2: 1d8 + 15 + 1d6 ⇒ (5) + 15 + (5) = 25 5 Electrical
Damage 3: 1d8 + 15 + 1d6 ⇒ (6) + 15 + (3) = 24 3 Electrical

Jewel slams her weapon into the tree over and over again, but it doesn't seem to do as much as she might hope for.

Pandora feels as the "Ladybug" lands on her shoulder... but it feels almost as if hands are caressing her shoulders instead... will save: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (11) - 1 = 10 but that can't be right, it's just a little ladybug... will save: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (16) - 1 = 15 such a soft touch, you hope it keeps going... though you do feeling weak in the knees a bit....

Jewels
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Eukalia -13
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Fendel
Pandora (1 Negative Level)
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Treant -69
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Dailung
Lore -90

Perception: 1d20 + 29 + 1d6 ⇒ (7) + 29 + (2) = 38
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 14 + 1d6 ⇒ (18) + 14 + (4) = 36
Stealth: 1d20 + 17 + 20 ⇒ (18) + 17 + 20 = 55
Crazy Attack Idea {Combat Manuever?} vs Flat footed: 1d20 + 7 + 1d6 ⇒ (20) + 7 + (4) = 31 Using two points of inspiration.
Confirm Crazy Attack Idea {Combat Manuever?} vs flat footed: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

So here is the plan. Fendel will move and open up an empty compartment on his Efficient Quiver and cover the 'ladybug' within and closing the lid. The idea is that is traps the bug in the quiver, temporarily freeing Pandora from the effects of the spell.

From the SRD:Extradimensional Spaces
A number of spells and magic items utilize extradimensional spaces, such as rope trick, a bag of holding, a handy haversack, and a portable hole. These spells and magic items create a tiny pocket space that does not exist in any dimension.

From Dominate Person: Once control is established, the range at which it can be exercised is unlimited, as long as you and the subject are on the same plane.

With Haste, I have enough movement to move at half speed while stealthing.

If you would rather I use my Havesack, I will use that instead.

If Fendel does not succeed managing the bug
Pandora nods absentmindedly and casts confusion on the Pathfinders group, knowing her tree new friends will be immune to her spell.
Will DC 17, enchantment (compulsion) [mind-affecting]

Fendel sneaks up on the ladybug and then brings his quiver down on it. down on it... and it halts in the air about a foot in the air from the ladybug!? Will: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14 Just... suspended in mid air for some reason...
That was to awesome of an idea to not give you SOMETHING though... that stupid insane perception of yours is handy to give a GM excuses for things though...

Fendels mind goes into rapid overdrive as he stares at the scene in front of him.

Pandora casts her spell, ignoring her friend's efforts to save her behind her.

Jewel Will: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Dailung Will: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
Braxus Will: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25
Lore Will: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (15) + 14 = 29

It takes hold of Dailung! Oh dear...

The Treant is determined to finish off the little pathfinder! It swings it's mighty branch, burning itself as it drives it's limb into Lore!

shield: 1d6 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16
slam: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (12) + 18 = 30
slam damage: 2d6 + 9 + 12 ⇒ (4, 5) + 9 + 12 = 30

Ooooooh jebus. O.o If anybody has a way to try and save Lore,
I will retroactively insert it here... but that seems bad...

She's slammed to the side, body bouncing as the tree hits her. It continues it's attack on the big jerk in front of him who helped kill his tree buddy! Though it seems to have expended it's fiendish energy on the small one...

slam: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (13) + 17 = 30
slam damage: 2d6 + 9 ⇒ (2, 6) + 9 = 17

slam: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (10) + 17 = 27
slam damage: 2d6 + 9 ⇒ (3, 1) + 9 = 13

The blows that rain down upon the big man are not pretty...

Dailung reacts to all of this...
confusion: 1d100 ⇒ 13
normally, the blurring confusion in her mind fading for just a moment.

Jewels
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Eukalia -13
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Fendel
Pandora
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Treant -38
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Dailung
Lore -90

directing her voice back to the others "Take care of the light one back there!!"

she turns back to the tree growling loudly, and extremely noticeable by everyone "Hey you dumb pile of sticks, hit me you son of an acorn, if you can, I dare you!!" as she continues her assault on the tree

Attack 1: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (6) + 13 = 19 Electrical
Attack 2: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (18) + 13 = 31 Electrical
Attack 3: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17 Electrical

Attack 1: 1d8 + 15 + 1d6 ⇒ (5) + 15 + (6) = 26 6 Electrical
Attack 2: 1d8 + 15 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + 15 + (4) = 21 4 Electrical
Damage 3: 1d8 + 15 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + 15 + (6) = 23 6 Electrical

Hey, don't count me out of initiative. Your cut and paste lost me a few posts ago. ;) I was right after Lore and Dai in the round.

Braxus' eyes have grown so dark as to be nearly black with rage. With a near ear shattering roar, he steps past the fallen tree and brings the full fury of his rage to bear on the remaining treant.

attk+ff+rage+haste: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (5) + 25 = 30
attk+rage+haste: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (20) + 22 = 42
attk+rage+haste: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (9) + 17 = 26
blunt,magic, adamantine, good damage: 2d6 + 27 ⇒ (1, 2) + 27 = 30
blunt,magic, adamantine, good damage: 2d6 + 27 ⇒ (3, 3) + 27 = 33
blunt,magic, adamantine, good damage: 2d6 + 27 ⇒ (5, 4) + 27 = 36
Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (15) + 22 = 37
Extra Crit Damage: 4d6 + 54 ⇒ (3, 4, 5, 5) + 54 = 71

Sorry Jewel, but a blunt, non-good instrument is just not going to do the trick.... Braxus on the other hand. O.o Sorry about dropping you, glad you caught it. DANG those crits. O.o

Jewel hammers in the side of the tree trunk, trying to distract it, but it seems to ignore her. Braxus however, seems ready to teach it the error of it's continued existence. He tees up, slamming his hammer first on one side of the tree, devastating it as it claws out the side of the tree, then he brings it spinning around, crashing into the center of the tree with a flash of holy energy that causes the entire tree to burst as if struck by the fist of the gods themselves.

Up to dailung to save her or Lore to save herself... otherwise a pathfinder funeral will be in order. :(

Jewels
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Eukalia -13
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Fendel
Pandora (1 Negative Level)
Dailung
Lore -120
Braxus

Man, I was hoping to go all cool Batman on this caster.

Man, I was hoping to go all cool Batman on this caster.

Hilariously, you accidentally have. You just don't know it cause you can't see what you've done. Unfortunately, probably means they'll fix it, but you just bought yourself a round of not dying horribly.

Unofortunately I have no clue how to help her. She is at -28Hp, to much for a potion.
If the spell was a compulsion, Dailung adds her Cha instead of her wis to the will save, so it would have been a 19 by the way (Irrepresible:
You can use your Charisma modifier in place of your Wisdom modifier when attempting Will saving throws against charm and compulsion effects. )
Dailung moves quickly to attack the ladybug. Getting guidance on her next save and a bonus to enhancement from Gamin
Attacknonlethal: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (7) + 23 = 301d6 + 17 ⇒ (4) + 17 = 21
If that hits she will use her enforcer feat to demoralize the bug.
Intimidate: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (13) + 18 = 31

Breath of Life on Lore: 5d8 + 9 ⇒ (5, 5, 2, 4, 6) + 9 = 31 From the determination enchantment on her armor.

Note Braxus attacks goes before the Treant attack, Pandora confusion and the bug attack. He was just skipped last round. The treant attack in this round is a glitch.

I think Pandora is right. However, for purposes of dramatic tension, since lore hasn't posted yet, we'll just say that the gods let her activate her determination armor just now without using up the once per day, in case that becomes important later. ;)

Also, awesome, Dailung is unaffected. :)

Lore coughs as her armor flashes with divine light, healing energy pouring into her. She hears a whisper in her mind, a divine voice...

SORRY ABOUT THAT! MY BAD.

Dailung rushes forward and swings her sword at the bug on Pandora's shoulder...

Dailung will: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Dailung tries to squash the ladybug, but as she brings down the hilt, her hand stops just above it. A voice whispers in Pandora's ear...

Protect me! You love me! Don't let them touch me!

She feels those soft arms stroking her, and being... very intimate. She feels weak in the knees again, but for some reason it just feels worth it to let herself be touched.

PATHFINDERS MAY ACT!

Jewels
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Eukalia -13
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Fendel
Pandora (2 Negative Levels)
Dailung
Lore -120
Braxus

Will+HR (actions against her nature): 1d20 + 9 - 10 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 9 - 10 + 2 + 2 = 23
Directions to stay in place while she is being drained, to not save Lore from dying and in addition go against her friends interests seems something that goes far beyond Pandora's nature. She suddenly understands she is being dominated by an evil mind and has caused ill damage to her friends. The woman drops everything and runs away before she can be forced to do something worse. You can see she is crying as she runs!

Run movement x4 hasted, 240' away from the combat

11 rounds after you leave the area. Technically you need to will save against a suggestion to be touched, but a Nat 20 plus circumstance I'll let you beat both. However,you were being grappled even if you didn't know it, so I'll need a cmb, escape artist, or spell effect of some sort to run like crazy

With both trees down, Braxus turns his attention to where Fendel is battling... a lady bug? of all things...

Didnt Fen say something about a bug being behind all this?! Yes! He did!

As the memory breaks through the haze of rage, the furious northman rushes over to where his friend is doing battle.

With purpose, he brings down an over hand chop with his earthbreaker upon the vile insect! "Get off my friend!"

over hand chop attk+ff+rage+haste: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (8) + 25 = 33
blunt, adamantine, magic, good damage: 2d6 + 31 ⇒ (3, 1) + 31 = 35
will save: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20

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Jewels will move over into a flanking with Dailung with her haste and follow suite with Braxus, now that the tree is out of the way

Attack: 1d20 + 13 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 13 + 2 = 27
Damage: 1d8 + 15 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + 15 + (1) = 18 1 electrical

I fear you do not flank :-(

Well done braxus! No way she's making THAT concentration check!

As Braxus swings his hammer it to also stops short of the lady bug... but makes sickening sound that is the very familiar thump of a blunt object hitting flesh. Soon it becomes obvious why.

The ladybug disappears as a woman, standing as tall as Pandora, with her arms wrapped around the struggling woman, flows into existance. She would be screaming from the impact of the hammer, except her head is currently inside Fendel's quiver.

Blinded, and robbed of her disguise, she makes a MUCH easier target for Jewels, though she seems to have some of that fiendish defense to her, as her blow does not do nearly as much damage as she'd hope.

Jewels
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Eukalia -56
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Fendel
Pandora (2 Negative Levels)
Dailung
Lore -90
Braxus

"IT'S OVER FOR YOU!" the angry warrior bellows as he continues to bash the woman with her head stuffed in Fendel's quiver!

1 attk+ff+rage+haste: 1d20 + 25 ⇒ (10) + 25 = 35
2 attk+rage+haste: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (19) + 22 = 41
3 attk+rage+haste: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (5) + 17 = 22

1 blunt, adamantine, magic, good damage: 2d6 + 27 ⇒ (2, 6) + 27 = 35
2 blunt, adamantine, magic, good damage: 2d6 + 27 ⇒ (2, 3) + 27 = 32
3 blunt, adamantine, magic, good damage: 2d6 + 27 ⇒ (3, 4) + 27 = 34

2 Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (9) + 22 = 31
2 Bonus Crit damage: 4d6 + 54 ⇒ (1, 4, 5, 5) + 54 = 69

1 extra damage if she is an evil outsider: 1d6 ⇒ 1
2 extra damage if she is an evil outsider: 1d6 ⇒ 3
2 extra damage if she is an evil outsider: 1d6 ⇒ 2

I think I just gave Braxus an extra turn, but that will make up for earlier... besides, bout time we where done with this nonsense. Let the emotional trauma begin!

Braxus hammers the creature away from Pandora, who runs off into the woods at full speed, sobbing as she does so. Your character will be safe, no saves or random attacks, feel free to play this out for best roleplay.

As the thing stumbles back, Braxus is on it like a wild beast, crushing it to the ground, smashing it over and over and over again, until nothing remains but juicy fungus like pulp. It twitches a few more times, though if that is death throws or merely the reaction to Braxus's blows is up in the air.

COMBAT FINISHED! PATHFINDERS WIN! VICTORY!

The forest goes still around them, silent as the grave, except for the sobbing of Pandora, rapidly fading as her hasted speed carries her away, and the deep hacking cough of Lore as the magic of her armor re-anchors her soul into her body.

Pandora feels tension on her shoulder clamping her whole nerve system to hold her on place.
Grapple+HR+haste: 1d20 + 9 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 9 + 2 + 1 = 30
She is too concerned though and runs away while Braxus beasts over the source of her pain. The woman only stops running once she has lost sight of the trees and the strange place that has twisted her mind.
She cannot manage it and audible sobs are heard. First time in a long time for her.

How does Dailung feel?

How does Dailung feel?

Dailung made the save with the boost I didn't consider from Dailungs confusion spell, so she feels fine.

Wasn´t she charmed?

Wasn´t she charmed?

No, she was hit with Pandora's confusion spell (which is a compulsion) but technically never succumbed to it because of the stat boosts, and didn't do anything anyways cause of luck.

The threat finally resolved, Braxus calms himself down, releasing the terrifying rage in his heart with a cleansing yell to the heavens! "RAAWWRR!!"

As the familiar post rage fatigue floods through his over strained muscles, he turns to check on his friends. He first looks to Dai, Jewels and Fen who are all right there with him, before asking, "Are you alright my friends? She didn't hurt you did she?" Then with a slow realization he asks "Where are Pandora and Lore?!" and with further dawning of that realization, his face visibly pales as it drains of blood. As he turns to where Lore fell and Pandora ran, he shouts loudly across the forest, "LORE! PAN! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?! SHE'S DEAD! THE TREE DEMON IS DEAD!"

Then he quickly runs to where he last saw Lore go down, fearful memory after fearful memory quickly returning with each step. He goes down to one knee when he sees the purple haired gnome girl lying on the ground. He scoops her up into his arms and holds her tight a moment, just glad she is alive, and he quickly scans the slight clearing for Pandora, but she is nowhere in sight.

Thank Cayden Lore is still breathing! I hope Pandora is alright and the others can find her.

Not what was intended, but seemed to get the job done.

The detective slings his quiver back into place as he sees bard run off into the woods. Hmm...I would have thought the effects would have ended as the caster expired. She should not be receiving 'new' commands. Perhaps there is something else?

Fen easily follows Pandora's flight away from the scene of her trauma. He gives the young woman time to process and compose herself before coming into view. He has seen many victims of assault over the years, but could only guess at the violation Pandora has just suffered. Fendel's mind races through numerous ways to offer comfort, but cannot decide on anything appropriate. All this knowledge, and I cannot help her when she needs support the most. What good are these facts and theorems if I still fail when it matters? Finally, he decides to simply walk over and offer her a hand to pull her up from the log she has sat down upon. "We should return to our companions." After they have walked in silence a moment, the detective offers, "My apologies for not finding a solution sooner."

Dailung stops the others."First we should check the area. This was a foul beast. Who knows what other travellers it has vanquished before!"
PErc: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (16) + 13 = 29

Pandora keeps sobbing until she suddenly realizes Fendel is just there standing next to her. The woman embraces the detective very strongly "I... just... how did I do those things..." she then stops sobbing, unwilling to show her weakness.

Slowly recomposing, Pandora comes back to the forest opening, holding herself to Fendel "I am... just... sorry for helping our enemies and casting spells against you" the woman seems truly troubled "I just hope there is a way you can pardon me for what I did..."

Even if still affected, the woman seems willing to continue the trip.

Feeling the hug, this is one of the rare times that Fendel gives in to his emotions and returns the embrace, allowing Pandora to feel the comfort she deserves. "There is little evidence to suggest duplicity or malice on your part. Indeed, the arcanist responsible demonstrated they were quite adept and proficient; in addition to holding the benefit of familiarity with the locale. There is no shame. Your actions may have hindered, but they did not harm the team."

Would now be a good or bad time to point out that her actions had little effect on me?

As they return to the others, "Remember, it is not how many times you fall that matters, it is how many times you get back up."

"Thanks Fendel. I am back up" Pandora smiles at the man while stretching his hand, but it is clear the strong confidence on herself has changed to a much more dubious attitude.

It is then she realizes Lore still needs help. Kneeling just in front, Pandora casts some healing magic.
CLW on Lorelendral: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11 hp recovered

The woman then prepares her bow once more, and remains thoughtful while the party recovers.

As the group regathers and does a full assessment of their situation, they begin the healing process. It is readily apparent that they only narrowly escaped loosing one of their own and that this stretch of land is quite deadly. There will be no rest here, no safe place to stay for any length of time. The very forest itself is corrupt and angry.

I will take off 8 charges from my wand and give Lore back 80hp over 8 minutes, unless I hear otherwise.

Braxus sits down on whats left of one of the fallen treants, shrugging his shoulders and letting out a big sigh as he does so. He looks tired. He fishes out his special flask, and his tankard, filling it full. He offers the others each a pour before he puts it away.

After a long, deep drink of the strong wine, he smiles just a bit and his eyes brighten. "Now that's better. To my friends! May you never be thirsty, with the wind always be at your back, and may the ice always be solid beneath your feet."

After his toast, he asks, "Where to from here?"

"Thank you Braxus.. I think... I'm not too sure about that spell, it seems uncomfortably akin to dealing with the powers of hell," but at the same time, she starts out in no condition to put a stop to it... and it IS healing, no matter the source. After a few minutes though, She gives Braxus an indulgent smile. "I know you mean well, and when you started I was too much in shock and pain to stop you, but I really can finish it up from here. I don't object too much, or can't, if I'm unable to heal myself, but I do think Sarenrae would be upset with me if I were to try to cast such healing, or to benefit by such magic. Thank you again, Thank you ALL!" She sits up and pulls out her own wand.

spend 3 charges only, Lore is still down 60 pts

cmw: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (8, 4) + 3 = 15
cmw: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (2, 8) + 3 = 13
cmw: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (4, 2) + 3 = 9
cmw: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (3, 3) + 3 = 9
cmw: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (6, 8) + 3 = 17

After 5 taps with her own wand, she is feeling far better. She puts her wand away... smiles at the others...

"Thank you all for your timely aid... I feel the power of the Dawnflower surely about me assuredly, but without you all, I wouldn't be here to experience it. I guess I made that tree mad!"

"Now, did anyone else get hurt?"

Survival: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21
Int to Recall map: 1d20 + 6 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 + 6 = 19

The detective automatically brings the hastily scrawled map to mind before responding to the bloodrager's question.
"According to the...rather incomplete...map, we still have a ways to go. As dangerous as our surroundings my be, it is certain to pale against whatever the Uprooters are suffering at this very moment. We must continue."

Pandora points to Braxus tankard after approaches the giant human "Can I? Definitely I need a drink to go on"

Still dull, she follows Fendel paying attention at his skillful interpretation of the map.

"Absolutely!" Braxus says enthusiastically as he hands Pandora the tankard. After her recent experience, Braxus decides to say little and just give her space. He does offer his hand and a gentle smile though when she rises after having her fill of drink. "You can lean on me if you ever need to." he says quietly. Then turning to look at the others, he speaks with more volume, "You all can lean on me if you need to. This is a very bad place, but I won't rest until I get you all safely out of here."

When they start back out on the trail Braxus asks, "So now that you've got us going the right way, let's talk about how we're going to take down this big nasty the elves told us about. Got any ideas?"

3 1/2 Hours spent.

The team travels from the trees domain for a while. Surprisingly, the brush doesn't seem as bad here. No fortitude saves! Yaaaay!

A clearing meant for mystical rites interrupts the ongoing riot of disfigured flora and fauna. Under the shadow of a mighty oak, eleven large stones engraved with runes form a circle around untainted grass. One stone is far larger than the rest. The green blades are young and weak, but nonetheless natural.

A man lays stretched out on top of the largest stone, perking his head up to look at the group. His eyes are a fiery red, and he has twin sets of horns on his head, one large like a goats and one smaller set, and he has some quills interspersed with his hair, including his firey red beard and mustache. The most notable part of him however, is his lower half which ends in a set of goat legs.

The man sits up on his goat legs and hops down, grinning as he leans on his spear.

Have you heard the one about what would happen if you despoil Tanglebriar’s only unmolested grass? It would leave you in stitches!”

His laugh is genuine, if a bit... off putting.

Names Vinst, Nice to meet you folks! What in the world are you doing all the way out here?

Dailung smiles sweetly and courties before Vinst. Speaking in sylvan she replies."Well met master Vinst. My companions and I would like to cross this place to help clean the forest of the vile corruption. I know this is a task not done in one day, but we hope every little bit help! It is a solace to see the pure forest again."
Diplo: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (4) + 16 = 20
Maybe the other could aid her

Vinst laughs and taps his spear against the rock with a smile.

That it is lass! These old rocks have been bucking that abominations taint for a long time now, and If I got anytin to say about it, they'll be bucking for a long time.

He leans over, puts a hand to one side of his mouth and stage whispers...

Course, we Saytr's are known for "Bucking" for prolonged periods of time after all!

He hoots, and in case somehow you missed the joke, the accompanied hip thrusts help resolve your confusion.

What's his game? Raunchy wordplay? Not my forte, but we cannot afford to loose any additional time.

"Well, there are a fair number of Uprooters that will be plenty 'bucked' from behind if we do not reach them in time. While you seem to be resisting the taint of the the evil permeating this land, those elves will see more than their 'taints' tainted, if you catch my drift. Maybe you could point us in the right direction. It would seem time is of the essence. Perhaps on our return you can probe and prod their taints to see if they are tainted...or if they t'ain't."

Diplo: 1d20 + 12 + 1d6 ⇒ (20) + 12 + (6) = 38

Well, I can't do any better than that. So, just to be clear, NOT AIDING!

You suuuuure you don't want that to just be a +2 aid? :P Well,
I'll just have to add in the appropriate number of pointer per raunch pun...

Vinst's reaction is sudden and violent.

He falls over laughing. Deep, hooting, belly laughs, his goat legs pinwheeling in the air, pounding the ground beneath one fist as he holds his stomach with laughter. This continues on for a few minutes until he sits up, wiping away tears from his eyes.

Taint tainted and t'aint! Whooo that was good. Your gonna show those demons what for, that's for DAMNED sure!

He hoots at his own joke, finally slowing a bit and giving a few coughs.

I wish you luck... but, I like you guys! I could be of more help than just luck. Up ahead is the worst the brambles have to offer, and I can tell you every briar patch and danger your gonna deal with...

He grins and holds up three fingers.

But, A man can't go giving away such terrible secrets for free now can I? So, here's my demands.

He drops the first finger.

One, on your way back, you'll stop by here to rest. I don't get much company, let alone FUNNY company now-a-days, so you stop here and I'll cook you a horror free meal in my circle and help tend to the wounded.

He drops the next finger.

Two, if you want to get the real details on what your facing, one of you has got to best me.... in a music contest!

He holds out his pipes in the other hand.

Seriously, NOBODY has been around to listen to my music or for me to hear there's in years! It's enough to drive a guy bat crazy! Or goat crazy as the case may be!

He hoots again and waggles his final finger, taking on a serious look.

Finally, and most importantly...

The look on his face is almost pathetic.

Do any of you have any gods thrice damned booze? Do you know how hard it is to ferment anything in a demon infested forest? I'm going bloody mad! Seriously, take some pity on a poor goat and tell me ya got some booze!

It's like they wrote this section for you guys....

"It's like Cayden himself came to help! OF COURSE WE HAVE BOOZE!!!" and the big man happily takes out his flask and fills his ever present tankard to the brim before handing it over to the wonderful little fella.

"Now don't be shy. Drink your fill my friend. No one should be denied the right to drink!" he says with a wide grin. "Drink, buck, laugh, dance, and wreck demons six ways to Sunday! Ah, the simple life!"

At first Pandora is not much in the mood for more playing, specially with what lays ahead. She does somehow seem required when everybody looks at her about the music. Thus, she just sits next to a stump while Braxus offers his tankard.

Using some wood she starts some stomping over the stump, providing a nice background rythm.
Perform+HR (percussion): 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 11 + 2 = 17

As her mood cheers up she raises her voice starting to sing about more pleasant times in distant forests. Because Vinst seems a bit crazy, she tries to add crazinesses to the song itself "The satyr drinks, the satyr jumps, all the pool, all the river, full of rabbits, red and purple. Cayden friends around the fire, raining frogs, the serpent cries"
Perform+HR (sing): 1d20 + 17 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 17 + 2 = 33

The woman stops her stumping and approaches the satyr and Braxus. She starts dancing without stopping her song, the serpent thing making her to remember about some new fashion dances she recently spot in Absalom "The serpent shakes" and she starts to shake her butt while exploring Braxus musculature "Give me more booze! Give me more booze! Give me more booze!" she seems to enter into a frantic dance while turning to the satyr but still profiting the moment to sensually rub her back against the massive human chest of the Ulfen.
Perform+HR (dance): 1d20 + 11 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 11 + 2 = 27

This is all part of the show...right?

I'm wondering what the PFS equivalent is to "Chicks dig the long ball."