Written in Blood PFS#2-15 (Inactive)

Game Master lucklesshero

Are the ruins still hot? Is there any way to tell how long ago the fire happened?

"Bastards!"

Jamir ties Nag of Holding to a nearby tree or post (or part of the ruins if not still hot), draws his rapier, and approaches the ruined house. He puts a hand out to check whether what remains still holds any warmth, and sniffs to learn whether any part of the fire is still burning. If it seems safe to approach, he puts a finger onto the message on the wall to see if the paint is still wet.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Are. You. Kidding. Me. What is the DC to check whether you are literally on fire? Or to feel whether paint is wet?

Although you can't tell exactly how long ago the fire happened, it's apparent it's been at least a few days, if not more. The dried paint has uneasy familiar tint to it.

It looks like the ruins have been picked clean.

That check is auto for me

"You might want to wash your hand before eating, Jamir. Unless you're taking vampiracy."

Absentmindedly kicking at a piece of charred wood, the alchemist surveys the ruins thoughtfully. "Jawhar, who gave you these instructions again? Seems odd to know the man's name and address but fail to mention that his house burned down a few days past."

Rereading the message, he shrugs. "Maybe they're trying to tell us something? I think we should stash the chest on the Fortune Seeker and then do some asking around, if our missing sage has gone to ground maybe word will get to him that more Pathfinders are in town, and we need to know who dislikes our employers enough to do something like this."

"The directions came from an herbalist. He only occasionally made deliveries here. So the house was probably still standing the last time a delivery was made.

I agree. We should secure the cargo and come back to ask some questions."

Any sign of a body in the debris?

A look of disgust on his face, Jamir starts to wipe his hands on his trousers, stops looks around helplessly for a moment, then surreptitiously rubs at his hand with Nag of Holding's blanket.

Rereading the message, he shrugs. "Maybe they're trying to tell us something? I think we should stash the chest on the Fortune Seeker and then do some asking around, if our missing sage has gone to ground maybe word will get to him that more Pathfinders are in town, and we need to know who dislikes our employers enough to do something like this."

Jamir nods in agreement. "But before we go, would it not be appropriate to say a prayer for our colleague? We may not have known him, but he was a Pathfinder, and it seems likely that being a Pathfinder has sealed his fate. Jawhar, would you like to lead us?"

If Jawhar agrees, Jamir moves the party into the middle of the road in front of the remains of Skagni's house, so that the group will be clearly visible to anyone watching from the neighboring homes. He urges anyone speaking to be as loud as possible without actually shouting, so that there can be no doubt that they are mourning Skagni.

"Do we know that he's dead?"

Craggark picks about the ruins, trying to determine anything about the root cause of the fire, and to see if anything of value or notice remains.
Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

He additionally sniffs at the substance the message is made out of.
Heal: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (19) - 1 = 18
Is it human blood?

Lastly, he checks the ground around the building to see if any sign of passage might still be marked in the snow.
Survival: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (16) + 0 = 16
He's specifically looking for blood.

Am I still sickened? If so, then -2 to everything.

"Without evidence of his death, I choose to believe that he is still alive.

However, a prayer for his safety would be appropriate."

Jawhar says a few respectful words about the Pathfinder that none of us know, then leads the group through a prayer to Sarenrae to quick healing to anyone harmed by the fire as well as protection of the souls of any unfortunate enough to have been consumed.

Jawhar, Jamir, and Torvald bow their heads for a moment of respect near the front of the building. They position themselves so that, the entire neighborhood can view the proceedings. Craggark, seemingly oblivious of what they're doing continues to sift through the wreckage. After a moment he looks up to see his companions gathered in silent vigil and takes a half step to join them before notice 3 men heading towards his friends in a determined manor drawing throwing axes.

Roll for initiative everybody! Jamir, Jawhar, and Torvald, must succeed DC:16 perception checks or their assailants will get a surprise round. (you guys were distracted) Also will need everyone to also give me an additional perception check (label them perception 1 & perception 2) at -5 penalty.So need 1 initiative check from all of you 2 perception checks from 3 of you and just one perception check from Craggark.

Jawhar, Jamir, and Torvald bow their heads for a moment of respect near the front of the building. They position themselves so that, the entire neighborhood can view the proceedings. Craggark, seemingly oblivious of what they're doing continues to sift through the wreckage. After a moment he looks up to see his companions gathered in silent vigil and takes a half step to join them before notice 3 men heading towards his friends in a determined manor drawing throwing axes.

Roll for initiative everybody! Jamir, Jawhar, and Torvald, must succeed DC:16 perception checks or their assailants will get a surprise round. (you guys were distracted) Also will need everyone to also give me an additional perception check (label them perception 1 & perception 2) at -5 penalty. So need 1 initiative check from all of you; 2 perception checks from 3 of you; and just one perception check from Craggark.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 - 5 ⇒ (8) + 3 - 5 = 6

"Hey fellas," Craggark announces to his band, striding out of the wreckage into the path of the oncoming goons.

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

If possible, before combat starts, Craggark will use his Martial Flexibility ability to take Deflect Arrows. If not possible, he will not do this.

Perception 1: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

Perception 2: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8 (forgot the -5. I guess I was a bit focused on the goon squad)

Initiative: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (19) + 0 = 19

On my turn, I will draw my scimitar, 5-foot step toward the men, and go on Total Defense (AC 18+4=22).

I will say:

"What transpires here? Are you the men who set fire to this sage's home? What quarrel do you have with a scholar?"

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Perception: 1d20 + 6 - 5 ⇒ (15) + 6 - 5 = 16

Initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Jamir, head bowed respectfully, finishes his prayer for Skagni's safety.

"...and may the light of the Starstone show this lost Pathfinder the way home, or to the nearest of Your temple taverns, and if he has joined you in Elysium, then we shall raise a..." As the less oblivious members of the party move into position, Jamir raises his head and looks around. "Jawhar? Torvald? Where did everybody go?"

Perception 1: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Perception 2: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (20) - 1 = 19
Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

Torvald kept his head bowed respectfully as the prayer was intoned, but his thoughts here elsewhere--and his idly wandering eyes catch sight of the the approaching Ulfen. Turning on his heel to face them, the alchemist calmly retrieves a bomb flask, tossing it lightly as he takes a step back and to the left from Jawhar.

If possible, a Readied Action to throw my bomb if any of them attempt hostile actions like throwing axes or charging.

The three dirty men approach quickly. Before any of you can react the have descended upon the broken remains of the house and have arms cocked back ready to throw sharp looking axes. You hear one of them say Remember, boss wants the little one alive! With a rush, the axes fly: two toward's Torvald and one at Jawhar.

Thug 1 Int: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
Thug 1 hit Jawhar: 1d20 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 3 - 2 = 12
Thug 2 Int: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15
Thug 2 hit Torvald: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
Thug 3 Int: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Thug 3 hit Torvald: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
Thug 2 dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Thug 3 dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

The thugs only get the one action because it's a surprise round. Craggark can take one action then we fall into regular initiative. The regular initiative is "round 1".So after Craggark acts intiative is as follows: Jawhar, Jamir, Thug 1, Thug 2, Torvald, Thug 3, Craggark. (remember Craggark gets one action before start of initiative then it's Jawhar)

Craggark will use his Martial Flexibility feat to take Cleave (instead of Deflect Arrows) as a move action on the surprise round.

Craggark yells as he performs a curious kata-derived manoeuvre where he stands, far away from the combat. On his turn, he rushes into the fray.

Are the ruins of the house considered difficult terrain? If possible, on his turn, Craggark will take a double move to N6.

I'm posting Jamir's round 1 actions in a spoiler - if the GM retcons how the surprise round went in a way that would make this implausible, we can just disregard it. But if we're going forward as is (or if the retcon doesn't change anything relevant to Jamir's first round), then I don't want to lose my dice rolls - I previewed them before I saw Jawhar's post on the Discussion thread.

RETCON! RETCON!read all about it in the discussion thread

Not changing a thing.

Tossing the vial was a mistake-- is all Torvald has time to think as the approaching Ulfen immediately go on the attack. One of them hurls an axe at him just as he's tossing the vial, and so with a curse the alchemist lunges forward to snatch it out of the air instead of dodging and the weapon bites deeply into his left arm.

Swearing again, Torvald dips his right arm for an underhanded pitch at the densest cluster of Ulfen. "Hot potato!" he shouts, then looks a little sheepishly at the others. "It's all I could think of in the moment..." he mumbles.

Attacking Thug 2, the bomb's Ref save only applies to splash damage

Bomb!: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18 Fire!: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9 plus 5 splash damage, Ref13 for half

Just to clarify, Jamir's attack is on Thug 1. Since Torvald tossed his bomb in the surprise round, if the splash damage is enough to take Thug 1 down, then I will need to retcon.

I'm not going to alter my declared action for the surprise round. I pull my scimitar and shout to the Thugs. (No Total Defense as I don't have a Standard Action in the surprise round).

For the next round, (assuming the Thugs don't stand down) I will rush to cut off Thug 3 and let the rest of the team deal with Thugs 1 & 2.

Scimitar: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Craggark will use his Martial Flexibility feat to take Cleave (instead of Deflect Arrows) as a move action on the surprise round.

Craggark yells as he performs a curious kata-derived manoeuvre where he stands, far away from the combat. On his turn, he rushes into the fray.

Are the ruins of the house considered difficult terrain? If possible, on his turn, Craggark will take a double move to N6.

you can reach as far as N5

The thugs appear out of nowhere and descend upon the party quickly. Jawhar steps forward and try's to parley while remaining on the defense.

What transpires here? Are you the men who set fire to this sage's home? What quarrel do you have with a scholar?

However, it's to no avail as the Thugs heft their axes and throw them at himself and Torvald.

Two of the axes miss but one strikes torvald squarely in the shoulder. Torvald grunts in pain but produces enough inner reserve to throw something of his own [quoute=Torvald] Hot potato!

he shouts, as his bomb lands on the shin of the thug that hit him with the axe. The thug standing next to the thug Torvald tosses the bomb at, sees the arc of the bomb and manages to dance nimbly out of most of the blast radius.

Knowing the a fight impossible to avoid at this point; Jawhar draws his scimitar and advances on the thug closes to him, giving him (Thug 3) a nasty gash with his scimitar across the his left arm and torso.

Jamir caught up in the dedication to the sage now springs into action

At the thug's warning to his fellows, Jamir gives them a smile full of teeth. "Is that so? Sorry to say that I don't feel the same way about you!"

Jamir's blow lands true as the thug that danced out of the way didn't notice Jamir's approach.

The thug that was hit by the Torvald's bomb (thug 1) tries to grapple Jamir.Jamir get's an AoO

Thug 2 steps forward to I-4 and tries to finish of Torvald with an axe throw axe attack from thug 2: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21 dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Ok if Torvald is still up it will be his turn (if not roll to stabalize), otherwise Thug 3 tries to hit Jawhar with an hand axe. Craggark still hasn't gone and can change where he moved. new positions on map updated. should be Craggarks turn unless Torvald is somehow still up.

I think the thug that hit Torvald was Thug 2, and he was the main target of Torvald's bomb. Thug 1 got the splash and danced out of the way. I'm not sure which of them is trying to grapple Jamir, but whichever it is, here is his attack of opportunity:

Jamir spots the thug reaching out to grab him, and lashes out with his rapier to catch the man while he off-balance. "Hey there, watch your hands, please! Don't you know that we small folk are very ticklish?"

Rapier: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 91d4 ⇒ 3

Con Check: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

Torvald gurgles wetly.

Craggark double-moves to N5.

Craggark picks his way through the rubble towards the fracas, attempting to come up on the other side of the paired combatants in order to provide a flank to his colleagues.

its Jawhar's turn :second round. You all spot another man approaching the fight: for now he is just off the map closest to craggark's position. He will take his turn after Craggark

Haven't I moved to N5?

Seeing from the corner of his eye that Torvald has fallen, Jawhar knows that time is of the essence. He needs to dispatch this thug to prevent the group from being outflanked, but also needs to get back to Torvald to get him back into the fight.

He tries to forget his misgivings about attempting to parley with the thugs at the beginning of the battle.

If I had obscured the battlefield, we all could have escaped without injury. Why am I so trusting?

Continue attacking thug 3

Scimitar: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Looks like the grapple attempt against Jamir failed, as did his AoO, now Jamir is up.

Jamir's wild stab at the thug misses the mark, but throws his opponent off enough that the "little fellow" is able to slip under his would-be captor's grasping hands. Jamir steadies his blade and lunges forward again, taunting the goon again as he does.

"You could still run away, you know. So much less embarrassing than having to admit to the devils in Hell that you were sent there by a halfling. If it is any consolation, I am not just any halfling - I am Jamir Montajay, of the Casimir Montajays!"

Rapier: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 141d4 ⇒ 1

Craggark picks his way through the rubble towards the fracas, attempting to come up on the other side of the paired combatants in order to provide a flank to his colleagues. the boss is located in what would be area Q4

Jawhar's blow is deflected by thug 3's shield; likewise Jamir's blow is dodged. Thug 1 steps 5ft back from Jamir draws a potion and drinks it.

All the Thugs appear to heal some or all of their wounds.
It's Craggark's turn

Craggark moves into position to flank the thug facing off with Jamir, yelling gutturally as he bounces off the remains of Skagni's walls, rebounds, and brings his heavy foot down onto the thug's head.

Craggark moves along the N column to N3 and then diagonally into M2, placing a wall at his back and preventing the sneaky guy coming up on his blindside from getting a flank on him, all the while providing Jamir the opportunity for a flank himself, and denying Thug 1 an AoA. Oh, and he power attacks Thug 1.

Power Attack: 1d20 + 4 - 1 ⇒ (16) + 4 - 1 = 191d6 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 3 + 2 = 11

Craggark lands with his eyes on the incoming would-be sneak.

"Come and get some," he snarls.

Seeing the thugs heal, Jawhar realizes that the group is going to need everyone in the fight.

Taking advantage of the break in combat he goes back to Torvald's side and tries to get him moving again.

Rebuke Death: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Sigh... I guess you're disabled now. You can throw a bomb and I'll heal you again next round or you can take a healing potion if you have one.

With a nod to Craggark, Jamir steps up to Thug 1 so that he and Craggark are flanking him.

With a smirk and a twirl of his blade, Jamir starts to sing.

(To the tune of "Little People" from Les Miserables)

"We little fellows know
When little fellows fight
We may look easy pickings
But we've got some bite!
So never kick a fox
Because he's just a kit
Because we fight like rabid badgers
And you'll be in deep..."

Rapier, flanking: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 6 + 2 = 221d4 ⇒ 4

The final word of Jamir's song is cut off by the Thug 1's shout of pain as the little swashbuckler's rapier stabs again into his side.

(If Craggark's attack was enough to drop Thug 1, Jamir steps over to Thug 2 for this attack instead, without the +2 flanking bonus.)

Torvald is in a vast tunnel, carved with runes and lined with statues of great heroes of the dwarves. He's never seen it before, but somehow he knows that he's in a good place. He walks along, peering at every statue, not entirely certain what it is he's seeking. He's not certain how long he walks, and it doesn't seem like an important question, but there in the distance, is that...? Yes, a light! There's someone there, many someone's and they're waving at him...it's his Oma! And cousin Rulis and Uncle Garos and a host of others! They are laughing and waving him closer, and many are holding scrolls that Torvald instinctively knows contain the most fascinating formulae. Laughing, Torvald--

--groggily blinks his eyes open to see Jawhar kneeling above him. With a sudden rush of clarity the alchemist remembers, and leaps to his feet, hands a blur of motion as he throws various items on his person into a vial and starts to vigorously shake it. "YOU DIRT-SUCKING SON OF A SKAEVLING!" he bellows at the Ulfen thug who struck him. "YOU PIG-FACED, MULCH-BRAINED, SLAG-HEARTED SACK OF EXCREMENT! I'M GOING TO LIGHT YOU ON FIRE right after drinking this, hold on a moment." Popping the wax cover off, he downs the contents in one gulp. Cure Light Wounds formula

Potion: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Craggarck moves behind the thug 1 and thug one having no weapon in hand can just watch in horror as he suddenly turns around to feel the mighty crash of Craggark's blow. A moment later Craggark watches the Thug's eyes go wide and he's suddenly slumping to the ground as a bemused and singing Jamir appears from behind the thug with a bloody rapier.
before Jamir had a chance to flank (or Jawhar healed Torvald) it was boss Thug's turn
The boss thug snarls and looks at Jamir, thinking twice he steps forward and throws an axe at Craggark. boss hit: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 - 4 = 11dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 The boss misses Craggark by a bunch.

Jawhar moves next to Torvald and cast Rebuke Death; Torvald begins to stir. Thug 1 is down. Thug 2 draws his last axe and charges Jawyhar. T 2 hit: 1d20 + 2 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 2 + 3 = 21 dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 Jawhar takes a glancing blow from Thug 2.

It's now Torvald's turn he is prone and disabled on the ground and a thug wielding an axe is right next to him. Torvald may take a single action; however most standard actions will cause him to loose an HP and drop unconscious again. Best bet would be for him to draw his con Mutagen. (but this would provoke AoO since you don't have a bandoleer). BTW map is updated with new positions. After Torvald acts it's Thug 3's turn. I'll take his turn assuming there's very little Torvald can do to stop him

Assuming Torvald could change nothing about thug 3's action; it's Craggark's turn.

Torvald is in a vast tunnel, carved with runes and lined with statues of great heroes of the dwarves. He's never seen it before, but somehow he knows that he's in a good place. He walks along, peering at every statue, not entirely certain what it is he's seeking. He's not certain how long he walks, and it doesn't seem like an important question, but there in the distance, is that...? Yes, a light! There's someone there, many someone's and they're waving at him...it's his Oma! And cousin Rulis and Uncle Garos and a host of others! They are laughing and waving him closer, and many are holding scrolls that Torvald instinctively knows contain the most fascinating formulae. Laughing, Torvald--

--groggily blinks his eyes open to see Jawhar kneeling above him. With a sudden rush of clarity the alchemist remembers, and leaps to his feet, hands a blur of motion as he throws various items on his person into a vial and starts to vigorously shake it. "YOU DIRT-SUCKING SON OF A SKAEVLING!" he bellows at the Ulfen thug who struck him. "YOU PIG-FACED, MULCH-BRAINED, SLAG-HEARTED SACK OF EXCREMENT! I'M GOING TO LIGHT YOU ON FIRE right after drinking this, hold on a moment." Popping the wax cover off, he downs the contents in one gulp. Cure Light Wounds formula

[dice=Potion]1d8+1

Torvald, sorry to bring this up but you still can't act before Thug 2 in initiative even if Jawhar has healed you to the disabled condition. Be aware it takes a move action to retrieve a stored item and a standard action to drink a potion. Both will provoke AoO from thug 2 so I'll let you retcon this. Also remember you only get one action when disabled.

"Craggark, can you take the man who thinks he is sneaking up behind us?"

Trusting that he knows the answer, Jamir is running before Thug 1's body hits the ground. Once again, he charges his opponent, this time Thug 2.

Jamir runs to space J2, attacks Thug 2 with a charge attack, and stands ready to make an attack of opportunity against either of the thugs should they attempt to coup de grace Jawhar.

"Your boss may want me alive, but he does not seem to care any more than I do how you boys come out of this! I don't see him shedding any tears over your friend!"

Rapier + charge: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 2 = 11

You can't take 5-foot steps while prone.

Those were some unfortunately high attack rolls there... I can't believe we are going to get TPKed by a couple of thugs. I guess I should have kept attacking.

Is an extract really considered a stored item? That's harsh for Alchemists.

"Time for heroics," the half-orc growls. "You made a mistake coming here," Craggark says with eerie calm, shifting slightly as he feints with his right hand at the weaving would-be axe man. The left uppercut comes in a blur.

Craggark shifts to N3 and power attacks.

Power Attack: 1d20 + 4 - 1 ⇒ (11) + 4 - 1 = 141d6 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 3 + 2 = 11

Having no good options, Torvald will go for his Cure Light Wounds anyway and hope that he gets lucky

Jamir's player pulls out his Player Character Portfolio. As he flips the pages from back to front to rewind Jamir's last action, he says, "I was hoping to save this for the boss fight and the end, but I guess I'll just have to break out my Ghost Goblin Ale t-shirt if I need help later."

REWIND

"Craggark, can you take the man who thinks he is sneaking up behind us?"

Trusting that he knows the answer, Jamir is running before Thug 1's body hits the ground. Once again, he charges his opponent, this time Thug 2.

Jamir runs to space J2, attacks Thug 2 with a charge attack, and stands ready to make an attack of opportunity against either of the thugs should they attempt to coup de grace Jawhar.

"Your boss may want me alive, but he does not seem to care any more than I do how you boys come out of this! I don't see him shedding any tears over your friend!"

Rapier + charge: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 6 + 2 = 161d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Talking is a free action, so Jamir is going to spew out a line of epic BS just as soon as I get showered from the gym. I suggest we hold off anything that involves a roll until Craggark wakes up and decides whether to use his reroll on the attack on the boss man (assuming he missed).

Having no good options, Torvald will go for his Cure Light Wounds anyway and hope that he gets lucky

thug 2 takes an attack of opportunity remember Torvald's AC will be at -4 because he is prone)T2 AoO: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

That was probably inevitable given their rolling.

Jamir smirks at the thug he just stabbed, but he is wincing on the inside at how little damage it seemed to do. ”Of course, your boss may not care what happens to you. Do you two gentlemen - and I use that term loosely - care what happens to him, I wonder? Because my good friend approaching him - the big fellow in the chain shirt, bluish skin? - is going to rip off your boss man’s arms and beat him to death with them. Really loyal henchmen might want to try to assist their leader, instead of chopping up an unconscious priest and dwarf. And a halfling, even one as interesting as I might be.”

”But perhaps you are not loyal henchmen at all, but only men doing a job? Who among us has not had a day at work like this? The boss tells you it will be an easy job, just grab the halfling, and the only opposition will be a priest, a dwarf, and a half-orc wearing almost no armor and without any obvious weapons. How hard could it be?”

”I would suggest you ask him —“ Jamir points at the rapidly cooling body of Thug 1 ”— but I do not think he would have much to say.”

”But what difference does it make if your boss is bludgeoned into paste by his own expropriated limbs? None at all, I am certain, because you two look smart enough to have demanded payment in advance. And because you have already been paid in full, why, who cares if Craggark there puts a bloody end to your employment?”

”At this moment, I would like to try negotiating with you. You know how it goes,” Jamir drops his already deep voice an octave lower, ”’Walk away now, and Craggark will let your boss live,’ that kind of thing. The problem is, once he gets going like this, he is very hard to call off. Your only chance is to get back to your boss before Craggark finishes him. If you make a move against the priest or the dwarf, first, I will cut you, and second, you will be too late to save your payday. If you start running now, you might be able to fend him off, but you need to start running RIGHT NOW!”

Jamir shouts the last words at the two thugs as loud as he can.

I will spend my GM star reroll on my Power Attack on the "boss".

Epic Power Attack reroll: 1d20 + 4 - 1 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 - 1 + 4 = 271d6 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 3 + 2 = 10
Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 4 - 1 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 - 1 + 4 = 121d6 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 2 = 9

Ah yes; we were owed that by the Dice Gods.

Craggark's fist connects with the soft area of the Ulfen's neck, a sickening crack indicating a broken clavicle. His steely glower indicates more fists are a-coming as the unarmed Ulfen splutters and gasps.

Jamir's words echo across the ruins.