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

Game Master Great Green God

knowledge (nature): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

"Crap! We've got fleas!* BIG ONES!"

*Janira imparts what she knows from the link above.

Janira snaps her whip out the loop at her side.

whip v green: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17 nonlethal damage: 1d2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Alexis - Fort save vs disease (DC 11).

Round 1! (Theme ♬)
The Bold May Act!
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__ Karayan (Surprise round action--one action only)
__ Sir Hayden
__ Mr. Monty
__ Giant Fleas (Green 3 nonlethal)
__ Balgrym
__ Alexis -2 hp
__ Janira
__ Nina
__ Karayan
__ Hengist

Nina/Monty if there a problem with using the map link, please advise, and if needs be I'll move Monty.

Map updated

Fortitude save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

Alexis bravely runs away from her assailant...

abysmal Acrobatics check to avoid attack of opportunity, but no harm in trying as far as I recall: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (4) - 4 = 0

...in order to blast the other two with a torrent of lavender flames!

Yes, I am accepting the attack of opportunity, as I fear failing the defensive casting check more than I do both its beating my armor class and my failing a concentration check from damage that would, barring extreme good luck on its part, be easier.

burning hands, DC 14: 2d4 ⇒ (2, 4) = 6

blue bite v Alexis (AoO): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17 damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 ;)

green bite v Alexis (AoO): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3 damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

green reflex save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

red reflex save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

Alexis's lavender flame flash-fries the closer insect, and starts a small purple fire in the nearby vegetation.

Round 1! (Theme ♬)
The Bold May Act!
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__ Karayan (Surprise round action--one action only)
__ Sir Hayden
__ Mr. Monty
__ Giant Flea (red -3 hp)
__ Balgrym
__ Alexis -2 hp
__ Janira
__ Nina
__ Karayan
__ Hengist

Nina/Monty if there a problem with using the map link, please advise, and if needs be I'll move Monty.

Map updated

Cool, didn't realize I could edit the map! fixed.

Nina steps to the side and her face lit by the glow of the small fire next to her takes on a vicious countenance like when she had thought Karayan was a vampire. She grips her hands together and growls out.

Die bug! Die!

After she makes the swing with her fist, she draws back her hands, her delicate fingernails now long and ragged as claws now as she strikes forward to slash through the bugs carapace.

5 foot step, full attack, please correct anything I'm doing wrong (still not used to eidolon rules) and let me know!

slam: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 161d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
claws: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 211d4 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 61d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 71d4 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

He carefully moves around the flea and attacks it while it is distracted by the mighty Hengist.

Attack: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 1 + 2 = 17
Damage, incl painful stare: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Balgrym never did smell precisely fresh, but the air around him takes on a sulfurous stench. He looks at the flea with fury and disgust, and he lets our a deep belching roar.

His skin turns reddish, fangs protrude, and a pair of horns sprout from his balding pate. His axe erupts in flame, and he strikes the flea with fury.

Rage, activate hellfire, attack.

Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
2-hand Damage+Hellflame: 1d10 + 6 + 1d6 ⇒ (5) + 6 + (5) = 16

If that drops the flea Balgrym turns and stalks the second flea, moving to close.

Hengist blinks in surprise at Balgrym's transformation. "Thou'rt full of surprises, Balgrym," he mutters. His attention is wholly captured by the flea in front of him, though, and he grins. "A goodly punching bag! But it sounds like their armor would protect them from even my fists..." He chuckles and pulls the massive greataxe he carries from its holster on his back. "That is why I carry this!"

Attack Blue (flanking): 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 4 + 2 = 15
Damage: 1d12 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18 slashing damage!

The macabre pastiche of a person, Nina, smashes the flea before her as if it were--well, a flea.

Balgrym stalks about the battlefield.

Karayan spins dramatically, and drives his sword cane's blade at the remaining creature only to have it bend like a bated foil against the creature's flesh. No damage.

Just then, Hengist cleaves the thing in two roughly equal parts down the center with his greataxe.

VICTORY!

Hengist chuckles and wipes off the blade of his axe before reholstering it. "Large insects remain insects. They cannot dash themselves against a mountain and hope to survive!" Glancing around at the party, though, his face grows concerned. "Thou'rt bit, Alexis! Art thou well?"

Nina drips in bug juice, her wide black eyes full of fury as she tears the creature apart. Once it and the others are dead, she glances around, double checking that the creatures are all dead. Once she does, her body relaxes a little before she runs and drops to one knee in front of Monty.

Monty! Are you okay? Oh by the crossroads, are you unharmed?

She fusses over him like a mother for a moment, even taking the hem of her sodden dress to wipe his cheek before seeing the look of mild amusement on the tiny doll like person's face. She stands stock still for a moment before glancing around.

Um... I mean... ooh dear.. my magic doll has gotten up and... um...

Monty chuckles, his voice deep for such a tiny person.

Give it up Nina. Cover's blown. Was gonna happen eventually, and I'd rather it happen now then later when something really dangerous shows up.

He kisses her on the cheek and pats her head.

Ya did a very good job sweety. Gotta work on a few things, but we'll talk about that later. Mind darling?

On command, Nina picks up Monty and holds him in her arms again. He looks out over the group and gives a wicked grin.

What, you guys never seen a Halfling before? Granted, I am a unique specimen.

The disguise broken, it's startling how much of it WASN'T a disguise. His skin is still as pale and shines like porcelain, his eyes still shine a bit like glass, and he's still incredibly small, even for a Halfling. Though, some of the "Hings" on his mouth seem to be paint.

Nina looks at the group and looks a bit sheepish as she holds Mr. Monty in her arms.

Sorry for fibbing everyone.

Balgrym drops to his knees, breathing heavily, and shivering. As he stands, his skin grows pale, his horns retract and disappear, and the dwarf he was before remains, panting.

"Fibbing is no issue," he wheezes between breaths. "We all have our secrets."

"Ha, secrets is right. Quite an interesting group of companions you gathered, Janria." He nods to Nina, Monte, and Balgrym.

"So what now? We still continue to the caves?"

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"Thank you Monty and Nina. If we are to cooperate it is best if we can trust each other, right?" he says, for once without any trace of sarcasm.

Looking at his blade he adds "Hmmm, that was a really tough carapace. It is good to have you with us Hengist"

"Ha, secrets is right. Quite an interesting group of companions you gathered, Janria." He nods to Nina, Monte, and Balgrym.

"You're telling me." Janira says mostly to herself. "Uh, I mean 'yes, quite interesting.'"

"So what now? We still continue to the caves?"

"Yeah. We want to gether by dusk if at all possible. Any later and the gillwomen may be gone."

"But first, let's see that wound, Alexis." Janira produces an pink handled wand with a gold moon crescent. "So, who here can identify this?"

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

"It's a healing wand, of course. Some proper Art was put into it, too...but its power has mostly faded. It should be able to heal a few more wounds."

Alexis looks at the large fleabite on her little arm.

"Save its power for more dire circumstances. I'm alright, really."

Janira crosses her arms, and stares Alexis in the eye like your mom might when she's trying to get you to do something you don't want to....

"Oh, and is anyone going to put out that purple fire? I think it was Woodsey the Bear Druid who said: 'Only you can prevent magical forest fires.'"

Miles Later...

Janira leads the party over a rocky rise, and the forest stretches out before them all the way up to the mountains. *Huff, huff* "The paths have all overgrown since the last time I was out this way. Who here is the best woodswomen? We're going to have pick the best path down into the valley, or we'll never get there before dark, and if you've ever tried looking for a concealed cave in foothills in the dark well, you're better off waiting for first light."

Survival checks from those who want to give them a try. One roll. You can make your own, or attempt to aid someone else.

Survival, aid: 1d20 ⇒ 5

Hayden tries to help the group look for the path, but after a few minutes its clear he has no experience in the wilds.

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Survival Monty: 1d20 ⇒ 16 Assist +4 helpful to Nina's check.
Survival Nina: 1d20 ⇒ 20

Nina seems to have a pretty good idea where she's going in the woods, Monty pointing out specific leaves, trees, and other things that seem to help her walk right in-between the foliage without trouble.

Survival Aid Nina: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

"Nina, do you think that forest trail there will bring us to our destination? It seems to rise a bit and we are going to the foothills, so we should rise above the level of the sea."

aid Nina's Survival: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

Alexis helps Nina navigate. She's very much a creature of the city, but it turns out she's good at mental mapping.

"Yes, yes, that's great work guys considering most of you are city dwellers and all, but-" Janira voice sounds strained, even harried, as the party considers the best path. "FREAKING MAGICAL PURPLE FIRE!!!" She screams while she ferociously tears up turf to make a fire break.

I thought the "Miles later" implied we had taken care of that. I don't think monty or nina would have just left a random fire burning.

Mr. Monty and Nina assist Janira with building her firebreak, Nina kicking apart a few logs while she works.

I thought the "Miles later" implied we had taken care of that.

Precisely - and in most games, it would have been glossed over/burned out on its own in the first place.

at the fire

He looks behind him, as if expecting to see a servant there. When it is obvious there is none he pours some water from his waterskin in the general direction of the fire.

Thirding the "I assumed that was all set."

Hengist looks quite surprised at the purple fire. "Ah! None of us took heed of Woodsey? Well, Alexis, canst thou dispel thy creation?"

Sorry about any confusion, but I did not want to delay the game for what was essentially someone posting 'I kick out the fire.' Nor did I want folks to forget about the environment. Burning hands does cause flammable stuff to burn, it's in the spell's description, though the effect is often hand-waved.

Miles later, after miles later, and after putting out the fire.

"It is important to take the environment into account when adventuring. Tossing around arcane and divine energies can have some serious consequences. Like I know that your teachers probably ingrained in you the reflex to toss around gallons of alchemist's fire the second you see swarms of rats, or bugs coming toward you, but consider that scenario in a sewer or cave filled with combustible gasses. Pathfinders have to think on their feet, and be aware of their surroundings. One of the Society's former Masters of the Sword used to say you should never sacrifice sure-footing for a killing stroke. Good advice even if the guy was a bit of a hard ass. Still, he had the position for a long time. Hey! I think we're here!"

It's coming up on dusk, and the dense forest opens to a wide clearing at the base of a sheer cliff. The trail that group discovered together led them true. Thick vines cover the surface of the cliff stretching 30 feet overhead. Janira races ahead.

“Here! The cave entrance is behind those vines,” Janira says with a broad smile as she walks to the cliff’s face. She pulls back several layers of vegetation to reveal a narrow crack in the cliff’s surface. Sitting at the base of the crack amid some loose stones is surprised looking squirrel.

“This is where I saw the gillwomen enter. Get your stuff together.”

....?

"Do we need more food?" he asks while he checks to see if his acid and alchemist's fire flasks are secured on his belt. "I have been told that squirrel tastes like chicken. I am ready, will you come with us Janira?"

"No need," Balgrym offers. "I still have mushrooms left."

Hengist takes his backpack off his back and, rummaging through it, makes sure that his climbing kit is situated on the top for easy access. Taking out a torch, he lights it after a few seconds with flint and steel, then hefts it in one hand. "Need we more? I have other torches if you would like them, but if not, I say into the cave!"

"Do we need more food?" he asks while he checks to see if his acid and alchemist's fire flasks are secured on his belt. "I have been told that squirrel tastes like chicken...."

!!! The squirrel vigorously scrubs at its shocked face.

"... I am ready, will you come with us Janira?"

"Nope. I think I've been puni--Uh, I mean technically this is you guys' confirmation. I'm just a chaperone. Now get in there and see if you can figure out what the gillwomen are doing here, take good notes about your discoveries (it's part of the test after all), and I'll be waiting here for when you get back-" Janira is in the middle of pulling out a bottle of Dreng's Best.

The squirrel suddenly scampers away. Followed by a bunny, some chipmunks, a family of quail, a garter snake, and a fox.

"-Do you hear something?"

A large creature is crashing through the undergrowth, from the opposite direction of the animals' flight. Whatever it is the party can feel it's mass and momentum in sound and the fear its coming provokes.

The halfling worriedly remarks, “Quick, take cover before whatever it is spots us!”

With both hands she shoves ineffectually on Hengist's thigh trying to get the huge man to move. She might as well be an ant trying to move a rubber tree plant.

The thing breaks cover! Man or beast it is hard to tell. It's face is a mixture of man and ox. The creature stands a good eight-feet tall, is well muscled, and walks mostly upright upon cloven hooves. Its shaggy, grey hair and pallid grey flesh are picked out with bone fetishes, swirling tribal tattoos, and red and white warpaint. It holds a huge axe in its great ham-sized fists. The man-beast takes in the air of the clearing with great snorting grunts through its muzzle, and looks about though crazed eyes. Those mad eyes focus upon the party.

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

...S@++.

Monty pats Nina's arm gently and says.

Dear? Would you mind moving us to the cave? Nowish?

He pulls his dagger out of his pocket again and holds it out in front of him, but doesn't have Nina drop him just yet. Nina nods and begins to step slowly backwards towards the mouth of the cave, readying to turn and run if necessary.

"CRAP!" Janira tosses her backpack into the cave mouth. Then, keeping the bottle of Dreng's Best in one white-knuckled hand, and drawing her whip with the other she shouts. "GET INTO THE CAVE! USE THE STUFF IN THE BAG, AND GET INTO THE CAVE! FINISH YOUR MISSION! I'LL LEAD IT OFF, AND CATCH YOU UP!"

She casts a spell, and darts off toward the minotaur with amazing alacrity before turning to lure it away.

"MOOOOO!!" It bellows in a near-subsonic basso that echoes through the valley.

The cave entrance is, but a oblong three-foot crack in the cliff face. Beyond it broadens out a little into an irregular tunnel that varies from 3-7 feet in width and on average about 7 feet tall.

"Glorious!" Hengist exclaims with a grin, but he looks torn as he realizes that Janira--and they--have no intention of fighting this thing. He grimaces, and calls after Janira, "Be safe!" Reluctantly, he heads into the cave as well, lifting his torch high. At least it looks too narrow for that beast to enter...

Survival: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

Inside the cave, Hengist keeps the torch held high, but crouches down once everyone is inside. "Look here," he rumbles. "The footprints of some creature with feet like a frog! Perhaps our gillwoman, eh?"

"gillperson"

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"Hush Nina. Hmm... We should be wary of any traps that might have been left to protect our gilly friend against welcome parties like the one outside. Dear? " Nina sets him down and starts to walk carefully ahead, Monty following close behind, both looking closely at the tunnel for more items of interest, or danger. perception Nina: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5 Perception helpful assist to Nina: 1d20 ⇒ 15+4 to Nina if successful aid another.

oh dear...

Nina seems terribly distracted, biting at her lip and twisting her dress.

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"Gillmensch? That's a unisex term. I can hardly fathom why it isn't used more, honestly."

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

Watching Janira run off to distract the hulking man-beast, Balgrym replies, "Hmph. She must know what she's doing. That bottle was the most important item in the pack."

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
Survival: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (6) - 1 = 5

He snorts and ducks into the cave. Heading down without pause, he stops when he realizes Hengist lights a torch. The dwarf looks down at his fresh new lantern, suddenly realizing he had forgotten he brought it, but shakes his head and watches.

Hengist points out the tracks. Adding to the confusion, Balgrym replies, "They are the Low Azlanti, and it's near-criminal that humans don't acknowledge their ancestors."

"Janria!" Hayden looks ready to run out to help the halfling, when her orders sink in. The man hefts his bow and turns to the others. "I have to think she knows what she's doing. I suppose we can head into the caves and hope that she meets up with us later."

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"Ah, that is right." Hengist stands back up and lets most of the group get ahead of him before he follows in their trail (in the same order we marched earlier, I assume). "Thou hast used that name for them before, Balgrym. What means it?"

He quickly follows the others into the caves, glad he does not need to fight the lone aberration.

"Gillmensch? That's a unisex term. I can hardly fathom why it isn't used more, honestly."

"Because it is speciesist, 'mensch' is another term for human and these Low Azlanti are not humans."

he says while taking out a notebook and starting to scribble.