Written in Blood PFS#2-15 (Inactive)

Game Master lucklesshero

Craggark takes a shallow breath, his march toward the inevitable stayed for a moment.

He grunts seeing the brutal thug chop at his fallen priest comrade.

"I shouldn't be surprised at the actions of sons of jadwiga-whores," he says with a grimace. A left hook flies at the scorched Ulfen and connects.

5 foot step to M3. Normal attack

Punch: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 201d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

I'll now be down to -1 again and relying on orc ferocity to get us out of this mess.

YEAH CRAGGARK!! IS THE BOSS DOWN?!?!?

Edit: I really hope so, because I think Craggark used his orcish ferocity to stay upright before Jawhar channeled.

A spray of blood spews out of the bosses mouth as Craggark's massive fist connects. The boss looks at Craggark's serious toothy grin and visibly gulps...He then flees for his life..Craggark look's at him run away and a second later collapses himself.
Craggark I just roll-played you standing "for effect" technically you're already down when he runs away (deals 1 point of damage after the completion of the act. :from disabled condition PRD)It's Jamir's turn.Btw the boss ran past Craggark towards p-3 off the map at full speed

Jamir points his rapier at Thug 2, and shakes his head as a warning.

He holds the smelling salts under Jawhar's nose again.

"One more time, padre, with feeling."

Ok wow..smelling salts still work just read the entry..
Thug two barely notices his boss running..He sneers as he says,you always were a coward boss...oh well I'll just collect all the bounty! The thug spins his axe head around to the bludgeoning end and attempts to clobber Jamir as he attempts to stir Jawhar awake with the smelling salts. Thug 2's AoO: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (8) + 3 - 4 = 7dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Jamir's head ducks the clumsy blow as he cradles Jawhar's head and Jawhar starts to cough blood and stir awake.
It's Jawhar's turn he's conscious but not stable. Jawhar is staggered and must make a stabilize check before you do any action. Then you may proceed.

Best 25gp I've ever spent!

The half-orc's eyes roll up into his head as the boss runs away.

"Jamir...." he says in a dreamy, not-quite-there voice, "it's a curious thing..."

The frostkin topples over abruptly.

Stabilize: 1d20 - 7 ⇒ (18) - 7 = 11

Jawhar's eyes pop open once more to see Jamir still trying to revive him and aid in the fight.

As Jamir ducks out of the reach of the final thug's axe, Jawhar whispers "Brothers, I will sacrifice everything for you."

Channel: 1d6 ⇒ 5 Exclude the Thug, naturally.

:) Better. I am at -2 and disabled (but conscious)

Sarenrae's healing touch issues forth from her faithful cleric. Torvald stirs and begins to awaken, and Craggark feels some of his wounds heal, he knows he can stand and continue the fight.

Torvald will have a turn after the Thug, Torvald is at 0hp prone and un-threatened by Thug 2...so I'll assume he either stands or drinks the healing elixir that is already within his grasp. Therefore, after the Thug 2's turn Craggark can take a turn as soon as he see's the Thug's post

The Thug(J-2) screams in frustration at Jawhar channeling and flips his axe half to the nasty side, he brings the axe down hard at Jawhar I told you to die Pathfinder scum!!! att: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 Jawhar takes another wicked axe slice across the face he drops unconscious for the third time. The thug looks at Jamir I ain't playing with you no more, to the Hells with Runa will just have to keep her 100gp, I'll take the 50 for yer head instead! he snarls this through a deluge of spittle as he strikes Jawhar back down.

It's Torvald's turn but Craggark can go if he responds first.

Back already? the half-orc questions as his eyes pop back open.

His dan bong nearby, Craggark scoops it in his fist as he stands swiftly and moves to the flank of the remaining combatant.

"You picked the wrong side of a fight to be on," the frostkin flatly says. "Your so-called leader at least had enough sense to run."

The brawler positions himself with both hands up in a boxing stance, his shield out. "You will not be given that chance."

Stand and move to K2, collecting dan bong as free action together with move. Thug 2 now flanked.

Yeah, but you're flanking with Jawhar, who is unconscious and bleeding out, again. I'm not sure K-2 is even an open space - did you mean K-3?

I meant for you to flank me, ya goon. And yes, K2 must be an open space because Thug Unconscious with One Punch who slashed me in the back traveled through that square unimpeded to get to me around Round 4 of this combat.

Whose side are you on, Jamir? THAT IS SARCASM, everyone.

Moving to discussion thread.

Jamir after Craggark clarifies his position you can go. Could one of you guys PM Torvald so he knows to look at the thread in the morning?...thx ..BTW after Torvald goes, it will be the beginning of round 11 of combat (+ a surprise round!), unbelievable!

Oh no worries GM, I've been obsessively lurking. Good morning everyone!

Groaning as he blinks open his eyes, the dwarf rolls his head to the left to see the fight down to just Jamir and an injured thug--wait, no, there's Craggark over there climbing back to his feet.

To his own mild surprise, the healing draught is still in his hand, and so with a mental shrug he takes a gulp. Heals!: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 "Keep on yer feet, Mon'a'jay," he mumbles and the warm sensation of the potion spreads through him. "Imma light 'em on fire..."

Correction: Craggark is in K2.

Correction: Craggark is in K2.

K-3, buddy. Per your discussion thread post.

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The thug looks at Jamir I ain't playing with you no more, to the Hells with Runa will just have to keep her 100gp, I'll take the 50 for yer head instead! he snarls this through a deluge of spittle as he strikes Jawhar back down.

Jamir glares back at the last remaining thug. Ah, poor Jawhar!

"You are welcome to try, you pustulant, lumpish, odiferous barnacle! But I don't like your odds! Maybe we should take your body back to Runa instead - how much do you think she'd give us for it? A silver? A copper?"

Jamir leaps over Jawhar's prone form to I-1, expecting the thug to take a swing at him and not caring at all. He twists as he lands, and stabs out at the thug.

Rapier, flanking: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 6 + 2 = 171d4 ⇒ 3

Stabilize?: 1d20 - 7 ⇒ (1) - 7 = -6
* That's a negative and a half

K3. Correct. Sorry.

Jamir trust you to correct me on any of this I get wrong.

Jamir leaps over Jawhar's prone form to I-1, expecting the thug to take a swing at him and not caring at all. He twists as he lands, and stabs out at the thug.

The thug smiles as he sees Jamir expose himself unnecessarilyAoO: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 Then grunts as the tiny rapier exists his flesh. I'm so tired of you little pathfinder! I'm going to cut you into little pieces!att: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 Thug guffa! I'm on my way! little Pathfinder, a couple more cuts and you'll be dressed and ready for the table! The thug then 5ft steps to I-3

Gameplay thread, Jamir

"You keep believing that, you rancid, piss-covered, pig-fondler!"

I am totally taking the Antagonize feat at 5th or 7th level.

Craggark watches as the doomed thug cuts twice into his halfling friend, then moves and steps on his human friend. He cracks his neck without breaking his gaze on the goon, taking in his every action. He then steps to sandwich him between the stirring dwarf and himself, aiming squarely at his face when his guard drops.

Move action to use Martial Flexibility to swap Dodge for Dedicated Adversary (human pieces of s*+*). 5 foot step to J4, providing flank bonus with Torvald. Power Attack.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 + 2 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 2 + 2 - 1 = 151d6 + 3 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 2 + 2 = 8

Son of a b@%!~...

Nothing for it but to hope he doesn't roll good damage on his AoO I guess.

With the clinking of glass and slosh of fluids the dwarf levers himself to his feet, [presumably get smacked in the face, hopefully stay concious]. Mixing up his Shield formula, Torvald downs it in a single swig.

Assuming that all goes to plan I'll be AC20 and then can start bombing or healing as events warrant

Regardless of GM ruling, I don't feel right actually delaying while unconscious. So, I will take no action this round even if somehow made conscious. Yes, that probably means I will die. So be it. How do you feel about that, dice gods?

Stabilize?: 1d20 - 8 ⇒ (19) - 8 = 11

The dice gods say that I don't die!!!!!!

couple of clarifications
Thug get's one AoO a round but it resets at the beginning of his turn. ( Craggark moved to K-3, Jamir moved I-2 provoking AoO from thug(hits 7hp dmg.), Jamir tries to stab thug misses, Jawhar tries to stabalize fails,Now Thug's turn (his AoO reset) Thug swings at Jamir hits again (2hp dmg), it would now be Torvald's turn (which I'll reslove the AoO in a few minutes), Then Craggark (he missed too), Then Jamir(new round for Jamir), and finally Jawhar will stabilize before the thug gets his turn again (if he's still standing)

The villainous and stout thug sees Torvald try to swallow some kind of concoction and takes a swing at him while he's on the ground nearly helpless: (Thugs takes his AoO)Torvald's AC while prone is 12 AoO: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 The thug strikes Torvald with a good crack on the head before he can down the formula ...

it's Jamir's turn, beginning of round 12

The thug sees Torvald get off a bomb just before collapsing, the thug tries to scamper aside from the blast radius as the bomb strikes near him ref: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15 the thug avoids most of the damage but the blast singes his beard. I'm assuming the D.C. Of the bomb is 15 or less

Bomb is Ref13 for 2 fire damage instead of 5. Torvald is now unconscious in H2 with -1hp and dying

Since squares are AC5 I don't think I can miss, but... Throw!: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

You could always roll a one. And in this combat, I think the odds of it are better than 5%.

"You do not know when to quit, do you? One might say the same about me, but in my case, I have the advantage of not being a walking bag of human excrement apparently wearing the skin from the corpse of a syphilitic!"

I'll be damned before I let him strike at our helpless friend again!

Jamir steps over Jawhar's unconscious body, then watches in dismay as Torvald topples over in the aftermath of the Thug's opportunistic attack.

No more talk!

Jamir lunges forward with his rapier, hoping to strike a killing blow, or at least draw the Thug's attention onto himself and way from Torvald and Jawhar.

Rapier: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 131d4 ⇒ 2

The thug realizing he can't possibly win runs away. AoO's for those next to the thug still up and able to fight

"Leaving so soon? But we were just getting to know each other!"

Rapier, AoO: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 71d4 ⇒ 4

"Damnation! Craggark! Take him!"

Want to get my healing rolls in before going to bed.

I am assuming that Jamir will use the smelling salts to wake me up again.

Will wait to see where everyone is before deciding on CLWs.

Craggark swings at the thug's abrupt departure.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 2 + 2 = 101d6 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 2 = 8

Wow. Just wow.

On his turn, Craggark draws and throws an alchemist's fire at the fleeing thug after taking a step toward him.

"Go running with your tail in between your legs, you poxy spot on a hag's ass!"

5 foot step. Draw alchemist's fire. Throw at 5 range increments away (-10)

Thrown Alchemist's Fire: 1d20 + 3 + 2 - 10 ⇒ (19) + 3 + 2 - 10 = 141d6 ⇒ 6

Justice by fire.

The Thug runs away yelling curses at the Pathfinders.He distances himself, however a miraculous shot of alchemist fire, by Craggark, arks over the building, landing square on his shoulders. The concussion and flames of the explosion immediately knock him to the ground screaming. A moment later the kicking stops. The thug lies still on the snow covered street, immolated. The flames burn for a few seconds more; fueled by the thug's clothing.

No one from the nearby houses comes out to aid the man. You notice a few shutters close and curtains drops as the flames do their ugly work.

Craggark checks to see that Jamir is tending to the dwarf. He draws his wand of healing and presents it wordlessly to the halfling. He then strides slowly to the still burning corpse of the dying thug, undoes his pants, and urinates on the steaming corpse. He openly glares at the buildings around the destroyed house in defiance as he empties his bladder.

I will have to say a confession for this at church.

After getting everyone back on their feet your party begins to search the thug's remains. There's not much left of the second thug, the third has nothing but a couple a more axes, however beneath the first Thug's body you find a belt pouch that Craggark recognizes that the boss wore in the battle. It looks as if it was torn off in the midst of the skirmish. inside there's 50gp, (I'd spend this money first if you remember how PFS works) and two folded up notes
The notes are from two different people Hjort and Runa....

Rising a little unsteadily to his feet, Torvald wrinkles his nose at the smell of burnt flesh but gives the body a nod. "Good work Craggark, I'm not about that Thug's life."

Scowling down at the mud and blood staining his tunic, the dwarf surveys the rest of the group and ventures, "I think perhaps it is best if we withdraw to the boat to recover and plan our next move. There may be another reprisal on the way once this Runa learns of her agents' failure to eliminate us."

After waking up Jawhar with the smelling salts yet again, Jamir caps the little jar of the useful substance and returns it to his pouch ("dozens of uses" as long as it is capped! Best 25gp item ever!). He leaves the cleric to heal himself and Torvald for a minute to calm the frightened donkey and search the bodies of their fallen opponents for clues as to the reasons for the unprovoked attack.

Seeing how Craggark treats the corpse of their most determined assailant, Jamir decides to let the big brawler handle searching that one.

When he finds the boss's pouch, Jamir brings it back to where Jawhar and Torvald are resting.

They are alive and awake, thank Cayden - and thank Sarenrae, too, for lending Jawhar her light. But by all the gods, they look as though they have been to Hell and back. And Jawhar looks like he might collapse again at any moment.

Jamir declines Jawhar's offer of additional healing.

"Thank you, but I am fine. A good night's sleep - or two - and I will be as fresh as a summer's day." He takes a deep breath, and grimaces. "Well, after a bath, anyway. Use your divine energy to get yourself back to full strength, my friend."

Jamir rummages through the pouch, pulls out the two notes, then tosses it - with the gold - to Torvald.

"I nominate you treasurer of our little band, Torvald! I suspect that Craggark and I should never be given charge of any more gold than we can afford to spend in a night of carousing, eh? And our priest has enough responsibility for our well-being as it is."

Jamir reads the notes aloud, his expression grim.

"So someone is truly hunting Pathfinders. Two someones, apparently. We must put an end to this, and quickly! We need rest, but I am afraid we cannot afford more than two or three days at most."

Scowling down at the mud and blood staining his tunic, the dwarf surveys the rest of the group and ventures, "I think perhaps it is best if we withdraw to the boat to recover and plan our next move. There may be another reprisal on the way once this Runa learns of her agents' failure to eliminate us."

"I agree, Torvald, but I do not think it would be wise to return to The Fortune Seeker. Our enemies may already know how we arrived in Trollheim, and have men watching the ship. And I do not think we can return to the inn where we stayed last night, or the waterfront area in general - Craggark and I might possibly have been a bit too free with our tongues last night. We should get out of this immediate area, of course, but then I believe we should find an inn far from the areas where we are known. Trollheim is a big city, it should not be difficult to locate another place to rest. At least - thanks to our enemies' runaway leader - we should be able to afford someplace nice!"

Jamir picks up a piece of shattered glass - the remains of the flask of alchemist's fire he threw at the thug boss - and looks at it pensively. He tucks it into his pouch, for further consideration once they have gotten to someplace safe and warm.

By my calculations:

Good enough. I assume we'll be getting a night's rest which should help out. I should be able to provide long term care tonight which would heal everyone to full overnight.

"I agree. The first order of business should be to find a safe place to lick our wounds.

Then, we will need to do some research to figure out who Hort and Runa are. Runa might be the one we should look for first as he or she at least was interested in talking to us. Runa sounds like some kind of mercenary captain and might be willing to provide some information on this Hort."

Is there a temple to Sarenrae in Trollheim? That might prove a safe place to inquire for private lodging.

"It's precisely because they might know of the boat that we should retreat there. Having bested their agents, our unseen foe might decide to burn our undefended boat to the waterline. But I'll defer to the group's decision."

Based on the wiki entry, I find a temple to Sarenrae doubtful, but Desna should have representation, and should be able to provide for travelers in need. Unfortunately, Desnan clerics rarely build temples...

Jawhar will take the lead and guide the group toward Castle Hill, anticipating that there will be a higher presence of town guards and thus safer streets.

He will hopefully find a guard to ask directions. Otherwise, he will approach a random street merchant.

"Greetings, goodman, can we bother you for a bit of assistance? We were set upon by a group of thugs in the streets of the outer district and just barely escaped with out lives.
I have done what I can to help my friends, but we are in need of some further aid. Can you direct us to a Desnan cleric in the area?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

We head directly to the Desnan cleric.

"Blessings of the Dawnflower to you, friend. We humbly beg your pardon, but my group was set upon by thugs in the Outer District only barely escaping with out lives.
I have done what I can to heal my friends, but based on statements made during the battle, we are worried that the thugs might have followed us from our inn and that returning to the inn might be dangerous.
We seek a place to rest and stable our donkey. Can you make a recommendation of a safe, possibly private, location that would open its doors to friends of the Queen of the North Star?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

"It's precisely because they might know of the boat that we should retreat there. Having bested their agents, our unseen foe might decide to burn our undefended boat to the waterline. But I'll defer to the group's decision."

This was posted while I was typing

"You may be correct. However, nothing of value is on the ship. If it comes under attack, the crew will push off into the river and escape.

They are not going to risk their lives for us, and we can always find other means to travel back to Kalsgard when we are done."