World's Most Interesting Confirmation (001) [PFS Standard 5-08] (Inactive)

Game Master Great Green God

El Garrapata slurps his stew loudly, making satisfied noises. "This is good! I cannot taste the stone, though."

He nods as the others share their motives. "I am El Garrapata! I am the CHAMPION of the oppressed, the GUARDIAN of the innocent and the PUNISHER of the NAUGHTY! I AM A PATHFINDER!" He looks around and nods, satisfied that his oratory skills have once more conveyed his meaning.

Cleaned and dressed once more in his Zenj robe, Sidi chews on the roasted meat on a skewer. He quietly watches as the others begin to answer Janira's question. Despite himself, he chuckles at El's simplistic but emphatic declaration. I hope that his combat instincts are stronger than his wit.

"My reason is one of gratefulness. Two years ago, I was a galley slave on some pirate ship--I could not tell you the name--when members of Liberty's Blade captured the ship. I do not know what they were looking for, but they freed all of the slaves and delivered us to safe haven in Garundi. They made sure we knew it was the Pathfinders who freed us and asked us to spread word of their fair deed. I made my way back to my homeland only to find my family and tribe long gone. Ultimately, I learned about Sharrowsmith's connection to the Pathfinders and began serving there, hoping to join Liberty's Blade and pass on the gift they gave me."

"I've worked for the Dark Archive for a long time now...and honestly, why would I want to be or do anything else, and how could I if I did? I've never belonged anywhere, but I love to learn. I'm sick of the torch-wielding mobs - metaphorical AND literal - and it would be nice to turn the tables on them."

"I was to meet one of our calling, and head in to Oparra in Taldor. To meet with people. Heal where we could. I was in that tavern. I just heard you folks talking. I know the Pathfinders, but it always seemed dangerous, maybe reckless." He pauses and lets his armor hit the sack.

"I'm not in dereliction of my duty. They aren't waiting on me specifically. I'll join them when I can. Besides, this should be good experience. I don't have an...a lot...of experience.

"Um. Does anyone have a wooden cup I could use tonight?"

"Wait. You mean you aren't even a recruit?" *Facepalm!*

"Until you've been dead as long as I have, you do not really appreciate life. I suppose I'm here to enjoy myself - and if, through some miracle, I can teach the niece of Zon-Kuthon here how to do likewise, so much the better."

Hallimir opens his pack and pulls out his mess kit and fills a bowl with some soup. He finds a comfortable spot on the ground next to Tawner, passes him a mug and leans back against his pack.

“well, as I mentioned before, I grew up in a noble Elven home; but as you can see, I am only half-Elven. As such, I hold no claim to my family’s titles or lands. That honour” he says sarcastically, “falls to my older, full blooded, brother Ulanor."

"Ovee the years I grew tired of his popularity among the family and our subjects…of always living in his shadow, always knowing that I would never meet that mark”, he pauses slightly, his tone changing from sarcasm to one of relief, “And so I left….I am here to make my own way, to gain my own fame and my own title so that one day, even the Great Ulanor Duskrin will know of my deeds."

"See technically, by my way of thinking Hallimar, you're actually a half-huwoman, making your brother completely lacking in huwoman blood."

El Garrapata slurps his stew loudly, making satisfied noises. "This is good! I cannot taste the stone, though."

He nods as the others share their motives. "I am El Garrapata! I am the CHAMPION of the oppressed, the GUARDIAN of the innocent and the PUNISHER of the NAUGHTY! I AM A PATHFINDER!" He looks around and nods, satisfied that his oratory skills have once more conveyed his meaning.

".... So Hallimir, you mentioned 'titles and lands'?"

Cleaned and dressed once more in his Zenj robe, Sidi chews on the roasted meat on a skewer. He quietly watches as the others begin to answer Janira's question. Despite himself, he chuckles at El's simplistic but emphatic declaration. I hope that his combat instincts are stronger than his wit.

"My reason is one of gratefulness. Two years ago, I was a galley slave on some pirate ship--I could not tell you the name--when members of Liberty's Blade captured the ship. I do not know what they were looking for, but they freed all of the slaves and delivered us to safe haven in Garundi. They made sure we knew it was the Pathfinders who freed us and asked us to spread word of their fair deed. I made my way back to my homeland only to find my family and tribe long gone. Ultimately, I learned about Sharrowsmith's connection to the Pathfinders and began serving there, hoping to join Liberty's Blade and pass on the gift they gave me."

"Yeah slaver sucks. A lot of my folk are slaves in Chelaxian holdings. My family was lucky. My dad's a porter in Eastgate, in Absalom. I've never met Sharrowsmith but have heard a little bit about him through the Deans at the Lodge."

"I've worked for the Dark Archive for a long time now...and honestly, why would I want to be or do anything else, and how could I if I did? I've never belonged anywhere, but I love to learn. I'm sick of the torch-wielding mobs - metaphorical AND literal - and it would be nice to turn the tables on them."

"Oo! Do you know Gwendolyne the Strange!? I think she's in the Archive too. She's a totally badass librarian! She has a really cute owl that says 'whoo' all the time, and once she even time-traveled! She's so lucky!"

"Until you've been dead as long as I have...."

*GULP*

"It is not very exciting at the Lodge if you are not a real Pathfinder. Take inventory. Move crates. Move them back. Take inventory again," Sidi relays with a slight smile suggesting that he was not truly miserable working for the Lodge's front in the Expanse.

"Why did you, Janira, become a Pathfinder?"

Airyn retrieves his mess kit and begins eating his soup, savoring the simple fare with long slurps.

With an air of contentment, he answers the halfling's question, "I became a Pathfinder to aid in the Society's mission to free the Elemental Lord Ranginori from his prison within the Untouchable Opal. It is a cause I believe in, and one I hope will benefit my home on the Plane of Air."

El Garrapata looks at Airyn. "So who's this Ranger Norri where now?"

The sylph smiles sadly, "I am not privy to the schemes of the Decemvirate. I know not where the Duke of Thunder rests, only that he exists and the society sees fit to set him free."

"Duke of Thunder? I once heard the tale of the Dukes of Hazzard. They were oppressed by the evil Sheriff and the Boss of Hogs. But they fought BACK, just as good folks must! I am sure that if your THUNDER DUKE is out there, we shall FREE him!" El Garrapata thumps his comrade on the back in a reassuring fashion.

"See technically, by my way of thinking Hallimar, you're actually a half-huwoman, making your brother completely lacking in huwoman blood."

Hallimir appears less than impressed at this remark and takes a swig of his soup rather than respond.

GM, how do you determine the Perception DC to notice something like this?

".... So Hallimir, you mentioned 'titles and lands'?"

"....Yes, my father is the lord of a small amount of land in Kyonin just outside of Idaria."

"Why did you, Janira, become a Pathfinder?"

Hallimir looks at Janira, waiting for her answer.

"Why did you, Janira, become a Pathfinder?"

"Originally it was to get away home, and my six little brothers and sisters and get out and see the world and taste interesting food. But... eventually I got deep into the archives, and found I had a talent for history, and lore. And well here I am. I've been on a few missions since my confirmation but this is my first time leading a group. I was sort of worried about you all but after that meal, I'm sure we'll make it. One only need remember Selmius Foster’s race against a marid and efreeti on the isle of Jalmeray, to see that nothing is truly impossible and every situation can end in victory."

"Duke of Thunder? I once heard the tale of the Dukes of Hazzard. They were oppressed by the evil Sheriff and the Boss of Hogs. But they fought BACK, just as good folks must! I am sure that if your THUNDER DUKE is out there, we shall FREE him!" El Garrapata thumps his comrade on the back in a reassuring fashion.

"YEEE-HAW! You could have been a bard El."

Eventually Janira reaches into her pack and pulls out her journal. "So I took some notes about leading adventuring parties before we left--NOTES ARE VERY IMPORTANT. You can't tell a nilbog from a goblin without good notes. But it says here that we need to 'post a watch' before we go to bed."

"Good instruction. It would not do to have a centaur hunting parting stumble upon us while we were unaware."

Sidi unfastens several ties on his pack, removing pieces of reinforced leather armor. These pieces he arranges neatly next to his bedroll and then folds his robe and stows it in the pack.

While he tends to his gear, he comments, "I would take the watch before dawn, if possible. I did not rest last night and could use the sleep."

"I can take graveyard shift."

El Garrapata nods. "I will WATCH THE NIGHT, my friends! Assign me, oh teacher of important things!"

Next day.

As the party presses northward the forest grows deeper and deeper.

Each character may make one knowledge check. Open all the spoilers that apply.

Round 1! (Theme ♬)
The Bold May Act!
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__ Airyn (Surprise round action--one action only)
__ Tawner (Surprise round action--one action only)
__ Bugs?!
__ El Garrapata
__ Formalhaut
__ Janira
__ Airyn
__ Hallimir
__ Sidi
__ Bugs?!
__ Tawner

Map updated

Knowledge Nature: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (6) - 1 = 5

El Garrapata has no knowledge of this.

Following his early morning watch, Sidi dons the studded leathers that he had set out the prior evening. The change in outfit gives him a much more martial bearing. He carries his pack easily and continues to use his great club to help him keep his balance along the trail.

K: Nature: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

"Be careful. These vermin are predators," he warns as a giant flea bursts out of the underbrush.

You never see the one that gets you. ;)

Up to this point only Airyn and Tawner have noticed them, though I am sure El Garrapata's Garrapata-sense is tingling. I'll assume they point out one or more of them out to everyone else. Currently the bugs are barrelling (full-round charge action) through the forest, high overhead like ninjas on Naruto.

Sidi probably doesn't see the one coming directly for him as he will be he'll still be flat-footed when it hits.

Knowledge (Nature): 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (8) + 0 = 8

Something catches his eye and fear floods his heart as several ancient bodies lunge out at group.

“Ahh. Something!” He yells to the group, “Get down everyone.”

Tawner, forgetting to arm himself, stops in place. He focuses on Sarenrae. Muttering at a fevered pace and lifting his hands, he feels power, true power encircling him...and the others.

Tawner casts Bless: Each ally gains a +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and on saving throws against fear effects.

Hallimir Duskrin perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

flea stealth: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Given that my perception exceeded the flea stealth I assume I notice it and get to act in thw surprise roind between Airyn amd Tawner. If not Pleae disregard. I will not update my position until GM confirms and Airyn has gone

I would assume distance penalties (-1 per 10 ft).

"They fly through the air, and yet have neither wings nor magic. I've never seen creatures such as these." Airyn takes a moment to study the creature launching toward Sidi.

Studied target

I would assume distance penalties (-1 per 10 ft).

Correct.

orange bite v Sidi (charge, v flat-footed): 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 + 2 = 11 damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 hit

red bite v Hallimir (charge, v flat-footed): 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 + 2 = 17 damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 hit

Hallimir, Sidi Fort save v disease DC 11.

The bugs slam into the unaware pathfinders snapping at them with their intricate mouth-parts.

Round 1! (Theme ♬)
The Bold May Act!
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__ El Garrapata
__ Formalhaut
__ Janira
__ Airyn
__ Hallimir -4 hp
__ Lydia
__ Sidi -2 hp
__ Bugs?!
__ Tawner

Map updated

"Mmmmm! Surprise visit from the family, Lydia?"

Taking a slightly longer path to avoid attack of opportunity.

slam vs orange: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 On a hit, it also takes a -2 penalty to Strength for 1 round.

"Ha-ha. Thankfully, no."

scythe vs orange: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
damage: 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (3, 3) + 4 = 10

"Great leaping bugs of bloodsucking fury!" El Garrapata exclaims!

Garrapata pounds on the nearest blood-bug! Unarmed POUND OF JUSTICE!: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10 for 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7 damage!

Airyn draws the sickle from his belt, then swings at the orange vermin.

Attack: 1d20 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 2 + 1 + 1 = 8
Damage: 1d6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 + 1 = 4

"Take care now. They seem hungry."

Good job Airyn for remembering your attack bonus from me. The rest of you - don't forget that you're Blessed !

SONUVA! I did not include that in my attack roll, in case it matters!

"Umph....what the hell was that" Hallimir calls our as the flea slams into him. Wincing as the creature's bite sinks in, he shakes off the flea with no ill effects.

Fort Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

"you'll regret that you little s**t'

Hallimir takes a 5ft step to the southwest into a flanking position with Janira and swings his mace at the bug.

Attack vs. Red: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 4 + 1 = 18
Damage (Blunt): 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Sneak Attack Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

"Tawner...I could use some help here, that bug took a bit of a bite out of me"

Good job Airyn for remembering your attack bonus from me. The rest of you - don't forget that you're Blessed !

In that case, raise my rolls to a '16' and '7,' respectively.

Correcting my previous roll. I forgot to add +2 for flanking making my attack roll (13) + 4 + 1 (bless) + 2 (flank) = 20

I know I posted yesterday. Goblins ate it.

"What!" Sidi grunts as the giant arthropod slams into him and gouges his arm with its surprisingly sharp mouth parts. The Bas'o man pushes it off of himself as he maneuvers to a more favorable position. He hefts his heavy club over his head and slams it towards the hungry flea.

“That’s why I said get down!” Tawner chastises the Half-Elf. In the ensuing chaos, Tawner finds himself almost paralyzed with indecision and somewhat jealous of the others' ability to act swiftly and decisively. He doesn’t mean to snap at Hallimir and perhaps he will apologize later. But for now he has to think!

I’m still waiting on Janira and the bugs, but I thought I’d keeping the dialog going.

"Just as Jon Aghar said during the siege of the giant demonic crabs when he declared he 'wasn't going to leave Pat Benson alone that night, crabs or no crabs'--we will not desert you Hallimar!" With these inspiring words Janira snaps her whip.

Inspire courage +1 morale bonus on saving throws against charm and fear effects and a +1 competence bonus on attack and weapon damage rolls.

This effect has been added into the above rolls.

While Airlyn, Lydia, and El all swing wildly at the enemy suddenly in their midst and miss, Lydia's shadow smashes the bug hard, but it springs back up little the worse for wear. Likewise Hallimar's nearly ricochets back at him as he connects with one. Sidi with some difficulty manages to squash one. But another bounds toward Janira to take its place. Meanwhile the insect attacking Hallimir hits a vital blood vessel causing the half-elf to collapse.

purple bite v Hallimar: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22 damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Threat!
confirm?: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21 additional damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 hit

Hallimar, Fort save v disease DC 11.

Round 1! (Theme ♬)
The Bold May Act!
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__ El Garrapata
__ Formalhaut
__ Janira
__ Airyn
__ Hallimir -11 hp, dying
__ Lydia
__ Sidi -2 hp
__ Bugs?! (red -4 hp)
__ Tawner

Map updated

Don't forget the Strength penalty to the one I hit.

"Night of day!" Tawner exclaims. No shield at the ready. No scimitar in hand. But there is no time. Hallimir is hurt and the others may be too. He grasps Sarenrae’s symbol and his lips move with an audible sound. A faint golden light emanates from the wooden symbol, shining in to his hand which now appears to be lighting up from the inside. He moves to the Half-Elf and lays his hands upon him.

Tawner casts the spell Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

__ Hallimir -11 hp, dying

I think this is a typo. Otherwise the bug did 17 dmg. My calcs put me on -1 and dying

fort save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 well s**t

AAaaahhhhhggggg!!!! Hallimir lets out a blood curdling cry as the bugs teeth sink in.

Unable to remain concious, he succumbs to the bugs disease.

Tawner casts the spell [dice=Cure Light Wounds]1d8 + 1 => 8 + 1 = 9

Just as Hallimir's vision darkens he feels the warm touch of Tawner's hand and awakens with a start and gasps for air.

Minus 11 from your total HP. The flea did 4 and then 7.

What Sidi my translator--he speaks fluent Player, said. Hallimir has taken 11 points of damage, putting him at -1 hp. That's one badass flea.

Round 2! (Theme ♬)
The Bold May Act!
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__ El Garrapata
__ Formalhaut
__ Janira
__ Airyn
__ Hallimir -2 hp, prone, unarmed
__ Lydia
__ Sidi -2 hp
__ Bugs?! (red: -4 hp, -2 STR; purple: airborne charge v Janira)
__ Tawner

Wait a minute; it looks like RED, the one I hit, is the one who pwned Hallimir - in that case, the Strength penalty it took makes a difference. Hallimir should never have been knocked out (nearly, but not quite), and should be fully healed now.

Also, it's 'Fomalhaut,' Not 'Formalhaut.'

Fomalhaut and Lydia chase down their prey...

slam vs red: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 plus weakening

...only for Fomalhaut to stop abruptly and hover, impressed, at the flea's handiwork.