JakeTG's Untitled Campaign

Game Master JakeTG

Kwin responds politely to the receptionist. "Yes m'am, I know; I'm a guest at this establishment. I was wondering if it would be okay to just go back up to my room? At the least I'd like to lie down and put a cold compress on my face, but if the inn's staying closed for a while I'll need to find another place to stay... and in that case I'll need my gear."

He endeavors to smile disarmingly.

Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 16

1d100 ⇒ 22

"Hey, wait a minute..." he thinks as his gaze returns to the kitsune woman.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Nope, just my imagination, obviously...

GM, is that Sergeant Jenkins talking with the woman?

Though you don't notice anything particular about the woman, the man's voice is rather striking, and you recognize it as none other then Sgt Jenkins.

The receptionist upon hearing this reaches for something under the table Ah of course, sir. Unfortunately while you were out we had a rather large commotion in our tavern area. Many of our intoxicated patrons thought it would be a good idea to destroy our establishment. She doesn't seem to recognize you

Some of them managed to make it upstairs, hoping to plunder the rooms during the confusion . By this point she has found a paper and pencil she was looking for under the counter and slides it over to you across the counter. For now could you show me your room key and write down anything you need? We can retrieve it for you in a little while but right now they are assessing the damage upstairs and don't want anyone up there

"Bloody hells, the rooms were ransacked too? Lovely town, this."

Trying to project an air of calmness, Kwin nods as he pulls the glove from his writing hand before digging out his room key and handing it over for inspection.

"Of course. It would be simplest to just retrieve my backpack, which holds most of my possessions. Although," he says, feigning an afterthought as he jots on the paper, "given how rough this area seems, I should like my weapons as well. An uchigatana -- sorry, curved sword -- and a crossbow." He smiles in what he hopes is a reassuring fashion and spreads his arms wide. "As you can see, I'm not one to walk around a town carrying weapons. Generally that's just courting trouble, and I'm a peaceful man at heart."

As he pulls the glove back on he asks, "Do you want me to wait here, or come back later, or...?"

She's openly a Kitsune? Hmm... there's something suspicious about the woman.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Well, she sounds sincere.

perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Anything about her appearance I should know or recognize?

Kol, always Kwin's shadow, stands next to the doorway as Kwin fills out the claim. He takes the time to keep an eye on the two other people in the room, scrutinizing the receptionist in particular.

@Kwin Honestly I can't say for sure, they don't want us up there because they are trying to figure out what belongs to who She pauses for a moment and looks at at the two others conversing. You could go ask the guard over there he could give you a better answer then me

@Kol You do manage to recall seeing her talking to other workings and giving them orders. She also gives off an air of authority as if she is used to being listened to and obeyed. From these various tid-bits you can infer she is the inn keeper.

@Harry/Miyako/Merrilin I can fast forward a bit for you guys. In game time I'd say its a little before sunset, but we can go to a fast forwarded scenario where your back to consciousness, unless your fine waiting for Nimos to get to that point?

Kwin smiles again. "No point in bothering the Sergeant. We'll go find something to do for a while. Come, machine." With that, he ducks his head at the receptionist and heads out the door. (GM, I presume she gives the key back since she only said "show me"; let me know if otherwise.)

Once on the street well away from the entrance he mutters, "Sorry about the 'machine' bit, Kohl; just trying to affect an inconspicuous attitude."

He looks up and down the street. "Unless we want to fight our way through or shimmy up a drain pipe, I don't think we're getting to the room any time soon. What say we find another bar somewhere and settle in for a while? Worse to worst, we'll snag another room somewhere."

There's a "fast forward" opening if you need one, GM. Unless Kol has something he wants to do, I'm fine with a time jump.

Well don't do that for my benefit, I'm more then fine with doing a "present time" and a "fast forward time" all at once. If you wanna keep what you just wrote that's fine, but if you don't and your doing it for my benefit go ahead and change it

No, I had nothing in mind beyond retrieving Kwin's gear (he's kind of limited with just the hanbo and dagger). I was thinking about going to the jail in the morning to check up on "people at the same table" but had no other plans for tonight. (If we were a gelled team I'd be all over sneaking around to a cell window and checking in with them tonight, but other than finding Miyako cute (if nutso) there's really nothing drawing him to the others. So right now it's more about getting enough of a buzz to dull the pain in his face.) Kol might have some ideas, though.

"Quite alright, Sir," Kol replies as he follows Kwin down the street. " Our cover had to be maintained in front of the authorities. For that, being called a... machine for a while was a necessary degradation." There is a hint of distaste in his voice when he says that, but it is muted and quickly disappears.

He then nods. "Staying at another drinking establishment for the time being is a sound plan. And would be marginally safer than wandering the streets at this time of day, even with the increased guard presence."

"Though, I must ask that you partake your drinks in the normal way this time, Sir."

I have no other plans for the night. So unless we get mugged by the dwarf or something on our way to the next bar, we can move along.

im cool with whatever, but i would like to do more than sleep...

I enjoy reading the posts of Kwin, Kol and Nimos, but I'd very much like to wake up and continue my own posts.

Alright, well I'll give Nimos some time to converse with the guard in what I'll mark as "present time" and for Miyako/Harry I'll go ahead and move into "future time". (Merrilin is dropping out sadly, I'm currently looking to see if anyone wants to join in at the jail as a fellow drunken patron, if not we will have 5 people, if you guys have any friends who might wanna join let me know)

As for Kwin/Kol did you wanna continue in "present time" or would you rather skip a few hours saying you rolled a "Diplomacy: Gather Information on local places to go" check and thus be in "future time".

@Present time
Nimos is conversing with a guard.
Kwin/Kol might be active here (TBA)

@Future time
Miyako and Harry both start to wake up very groggily and weakened. You find it very difficult to move your body, as if all the strength has left you, though you could probable move around if you used all your concentration. (currently strength is at 2 for you guys, increase by 1 every half hour till you reach your normal strength)

A quick scan around the rooms reveals that you guys are in a jail cell with 10 other individuals + each other (12 people total). Though the cell isn't tiny, there isn't very much space to move around with 12 people in the room. Many of the cell mates are unconscious though three have woken up (two of them not looking as drained as you feel).

I think you guys have confused gameplay and discussion.

Nimos sits in his cell and then tries to pace but the small cell leaves him with only enough space to step forward once before turning around.

So stalwart and brave member of the guard how long am I stuck here and what do I need to do in order to get out sooner. I am bored so damn boooorrrred.

Nimos put one horn on the bar clanking back and forth.

That thing you can do with a cup.

Grandmother: Wake up, sleepy head!
Miyako: No... let me sleep...
Grandmother: It's time to wake up!
Miyako: Ugh...

Keeping her eyes closed Miyako turns to her other side. She doesn't feel like getting up, feeling like all her strength has leaked out of her body.

Grandmother: Keep up, Miya...
Great-grandfather: Shut up, kids! Can't even take a damn rest without you youngsters bi...

"Let me sleep!", Miyako shouts as she sits up, loud enough to be heard be all prisoners.

Great-grandfather: Darn kids have no respect for the elderly...

"Ugh... Sorry, gramps", she mutters. "Not feeling very well..."

Miyako looks around and notices the other prisoners. As she slowly gets up she eyes them with a look of suspicion in her eyes. Looking for anyone she might know, or draws attention otherwise, Miyako inspect every other prisoner in the cell.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Confused by the situation she's in, Miyako is too disoriented to tell if she's seen anyone in the cell before. She carefully gets up and walks to the cell door, not even noticing the large minotaur next to her as the discussion inside her head clouds her perception even more. "Anyone out there...?"

Great-grandfather: Well that's what I told her!
Grandmother: A kick in the nuts?! You crazy, dad?!
Great-grandfather: Now you listen, young lady! I told her to...

I am the GM, don't worry about the icon change :P

I think you guys have confused gameplay and discussion.

When did we ever get it correct to start with xD

The guard jumps in his seat at Nimo's sudden question Same guard Nimos as he seemed to be staring off into space. T-there is, errr I mean to say uuuuhhh He pauses for a moment and collects his thoughts T-the Lt. Sargent said you'd be out once the d-damage is assessed at the inn and your c-c-charged a fine. I-i'd expect that to be by m-mourning at the latest He stutters out his words with effort.

He again jumps when Miyako suddenly appears at the bars I'm r-r-right here

Groggily looking around Himuro seems to be a bit confused..."Ugh, not again......I wonder how they caught me? mumbles the prone kitsune.

"Again with the jails, 'muro ole boy you need to be a bit more cautious or slipery. Hold a 'tic, what did I do last night and where are my accouterments?"

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 12

In a much louder voice:
"Jailor, what have I done to deserve this inhospitable treatment?"

Bowing to each of you,
Good day and thank you for welcoming me in to your group. I look forward to our assuredly amazing adventures!

Miyako stares the guard right into his eyes, holding a straight face as she does. Her eyes suddenly roll back into their sockets when she speaks to the guard. "Δειλή ανθρώπινη."

After her eyes roll back Miyako shakes her head. "Huh, did you say something?" She continues to stare at the guard.

Wow, another kitsune! Awesome!
Welcome, I'm also looking forward to it! :)

The guard looks scared and confused when the girl's eyes roll back in her head I-i-i-i-i-i-i-i Then the 3rd person talks to him and its too much for the young guard I-i-i-i-i-i'm g-g-gan-n-na u-u-u-s-e He runs off.

With the guard gone a mischievous look appears on Miyako's face, and she inspects the cell door and the lock.

Miyako: Can we break the hinges? Can we pick the lock?
Grandmother: *sigh* Oh child...
Great-grandfather: Hahaha, that's my girl!

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

Weeeiiiird my posts made today/yesterday, is anyone else having problems with paizo?

The jail cell is made of a black metal bars a few inches apart from each other. The lock is made of the same metal and has a single keyhole in the outside.

Yesterday paizo didn't work at all for me, except just after dinner. When I was writing my post for this campaign, paizo stopped working again. Now all the posts I made yesterday are gone.

Miyako sighs and closes her eyes when she realizes she has no way of breaking out. She holds the bars in front of her for support, because she still feels weak in the knees.

I shouldn't have scared the guard off... I could've tried stealing the keys. Will he come back?

When she opens her eyes again, Miyako observes what can be seen outside of the cell.

Maybe there's something I can use to escape...

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Present time
@Kwin The drinks seem to have had more of an effect then you though, as soon as you walk up to the first women and open your mouth to speak, vomit sprays all over the women and leaves you incapable to speak. The women herself runs away screaming.
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@Kol, through your surprisingly strong skills with gathering information you manage to hear various things from people:

There is a nice show going on down by the end of the road, some kind of magic show

If yer lookin' for some fine ladies to show you some fun McGilli's Please n' Tease is where you want ta be

I heard they are having a talent show down by the Dragon's Spit Tavern. They have a fine brew of moonshine as well

Ummmm I well I don't right now what automatons eat...I guess the Carson family's Warforged and Accessories stall would be your best bet, though they can be pricey

Future Time
@Miyako you see the wooden table that the guard was sitting at with a single chair and a lantern that is lit on top of the table. You also notice that their are two adjacent cells. At the far end left of the room you see a bulletin board with Wanted posters and a few other papers on it. In the right end of the room you see a hallway that turns left (where the guard ran)

@Harry/Nimos/Himuro/Kyras
Your in the cell and the guard hasn't come back yet.

GM, are the bars be acid resistant?
Aside from that, since Kyras was out cold, his eidolon is not with him. It's only present when summoned and him awake, so at some point when his lights went out, his companion would suddenly disappear too.

Kyras wakes up groggy and feeling not so energetic as earlier that day.
Oow...my skull. Wot 'appened.
Last ting i remember...me an Alanya are walking at de festival. Of course she ain' wit me now, since i passed out.

He looks around, seeing the metal bars was not such a bright sign.
"A prison? 'ow long 'ave i been 'ere? An our, a day?", halfway his thoughts he was interrupted with a guard frantically bolting past his cell as if a devil was chasing him. He looks in the direction the guard came from, but all he saw was a number of other cells. Leaning against the bars he called out for the girl wo was trying to figure out the lock to her cell.

"Girl, 'ey girl! Did you see wot 'appened? Dat guard came runnin past as if a devil was after 'im."

Edit after GM's response, if not Kyras will simply acid splash the lock and casually walk out when it has dissolved. Who'd make acidresistant bars a standard? :)

You can always roll knowledge if your not sure.

"Ungh... s-sorry, miss!" Kwin calls out after the fleeing woman, finally managing to find his voice. "Rough night," he adds weakly.

Or...instead of the check...he'll just find out the practical way. And let common sense do the rest.

In the meantime, Kyras isn't waiting too long for the girl's response.
Kyras makes a light gesture and a word, conjuring a small orb of acid and holds it above the lock on his cell. He takes a step back and lets it fall. Leaning on the bars gain he waits for a response and the possible meltdown of the lock.

Acid splash dmg: 1d3 ⇒ 2

@Miyako the lantern doesn't fit through the bars, are you trying to burn the place down? If so thats hilarious

Haha, well i'd have to cast daze on her should it look that way.

Using mage hand Miyako lifts the lantern off the table and lets it float toward her. If it fits through the bars she'll take hold of it, if it doesn't she'll place it on the floor in front of the cell.

Miyako turns around to see who's calling. "You mean me?", she asks a half-elf who seems to be looking at her. The half-elf walks over to the locked cell door, and Miyako moves aside. "Well, that would be gramps. He wanted to say something to mister guard."

Now turning her attention to the bulletin board, Miyako uses mage hand to let some of the papers float toward her. "Crispy crispy, yes."

@Kyras Roll your d3 (I'm assuming your using acid splash)

@Miyako the lantern doesn't fit through the bars and is now outside the cell, are you trying to burn the place down? If so thats hilarious

@GM: My plan indeed involves starting a fire :)

Miyako places the papers next to the lantern. She then tries dragging the chair toward herself using mage hand, if it's not too heavy.

If she manages to do so, Miyako starts breaking the chair to pieces. She starts with the legs, and places them at the back of the cell.

Strength, for breaking the chair apart: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (7) - 4 = 3
Strength, for breaking the chair apart: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (4) - 4 = 0
Strength, for breaking the chair apart: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (14) - 4 = 10
Strength, for breaking the chair apart: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (4) - 4 = 0
Strength, for breaking the chair apart: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (8) - 4 = 4

Strength, for breaking the chair apart: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (14) - 4 = 10
Strength, for breaking the chair apart: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (19) - 4 = 15
Strength, for breaking the chair apart: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (10) - 4 = 6
Strength, for breaking the chair apart: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (13) - 4 = 9
Strength, for breaking the chair apart: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (3) - 4 = -1

10 is enough to break off a chair's legs?

Mage hand has a max load of 5 lbs. Better hope the chair is light enough.

Funny plan though, looking forward to how it'll turn out.

I have a back-up plan if the chair's too heavy, but I hope this works :) And don't worry, I don't plan to burn us with the place xD

"Crispy crispy, yes yes..."

10lbs sadly, thats going off of PFS

Hello again young lady what are you doing and what is with all the noise. You don't seem strong enough to break that chair.

Miyako doesn't succeed into dragging the chair toward her, so she goes with plan B. She goes to every person in the cell who's still asleep, and takes as many clothes off of them as she can without waking them up. After doing so, Miyako piles the clothes up at the back of the cell.

If she cannot gather any clothes this way, Miyako will undress so she's only wearing her underwear. "Everyone, pitch in. I heard they want to execute us, because they think we tried killing the waitress. This is our only means of escaping. At my command scream "Fire!" and "Help!" as loud as you can."

Bluff: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

After she's stacked a bunch of clothes together at the back of the cell, Miyako lits the papers with the fire inside the lantern. Miyako then sets the clothes on fire. When the flames are quite big and consuming the clothes, she screams as loud as she can. "FIRE!!! HELP!!!"

"Oh, hi! Nimos, wasn't it? I'm kind of escaping, want to join? FIREEEEE!!!!!!!!!"

Two of the fellow inmates half awake and groggy hear Miyako's words and in a half awake state believe her words and quickly through their own clothes on the fire

The third awake inmate is not as groggy as his fellow inmates and upon hearing Miyako's words...
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (14) + 14 = 28
...decides to calmly take off his jacket and throw it too on the fire, though he remains mostly clothed.

Once Miyako starts screaming footsteps can be heard rushing to the cells, 4 guards round the corner. Two with armor, one without armor and one with strange purple colored armored-robes. The one without armor is human with orange hair. The robed one is a half-elf and hes also spotting a pointed hat.
The 4 stop short at the fire, the two unarmored ones and robed one seem a gasped at the fire which sprung up in the room.
The unarmored one quickly scans and assesses the situation. He then issues orders

Robert, create some water and place it on that fire, Guardsmen gets some large blankets or curtains we need to snuff out this fire.

"Duuudes! Scream for help, or they won't come and get us out!", Miyako whispers to the others.

"GUARDS!!! HEEELP!!! FIREEE!!!"

Once again using mage hand, Miyako lets another burning piece of paper float and places it on the wooden chair.

This is a lot of work to avoid a fine but what ever.

Oh why didn't you say so before.

Expending every drop of his rage Nimos begins kicking in the door that holds him trying to break the lock.

str check: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
str check: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
str check: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
str check: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

Tiring from his exertion Nimos stares at the door.

No rounds of rage left 4 rounds fatiuged

The first few kicks seems to have little impact on the door, only shaking it slightly. However the fourth and final kick has considerable effort into it and manages to burst the door off its hinges opening the door DC was 25 lol

The robes glow on the guard as he begins creating water and unleashes the spell above the fire. At the same moment the door comes loose and startles him. The unarmored guard yells down the hallway

PRISON BREAK before dashing to the door Robert, keep putting out the fire, I've got this

Initiative checks

Oh my post was written after her bluff check I wouldn't have kicked it down. To many people down from poison for a fight. Sorry Miyako your on your own.

Leaning on the bars the large minotaur leans against his cell wall as the guards tumble past him.

Hum fighting my way out of a prison is to chancy with the others barely able to move.

Young lady I suggest you surrender those guards out number you quite a bit.

By taking off all clothes except underwear I assumed my armor and other belongings were taken by the guards. Was I still wearing my hide armor? If so, I didn't burn that.

Initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5 What gear do all guards have, any weapons? Bad roll, but I should be able to tell a sword if one is in plain sight.

"Who's with me?! Escape before they execute you!"

Only two guards are there right now, robed one and unarmored one. Neither have visable weapons, no you don't have armor

I'm assuming the post you made Nimos was supposed to be made before Miyako made a bluff check and yelled down the hall. If so thats fine I'll just assume you kicked down the door as she yelled down the hall so no one could see you kick it down

The two fellow prisoners shout with a hardy YAAAAAA And attack at the unarmored guard
Attack: 1d20 - 8 ⇒ (20) - 8 = 12
Crit Chcek: 1d20 - 8 ⇒ (18) - 8 = 10
Attack: 1d20 - 8 ⇒ (2) - 8 = -6
Fricken critical hitting NPCs

I was just getting out because the place was on fire I wouldn't fight the guards since they are just doing there jobs. I was writing my post at the same time you wrote this one.

Two of the fellow inmates half awake ...

Robert, create some water and place it on that fire, Guardsmen gets some large blankets or curtains we need to snuff out this fire.

So i didn't have that information. I just didn't want to burn to death.

Miyako jumps at the guard without armor, throwing a flaming fist at him. "Bam!"

Attack; Touch of Flame: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17 Lucky for me I attack with Dexterity.
Fire damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

The guard easily dodges the first prisoner's strike, and moves out of the way of the flaming fist, however the other prisoner's punch manages to connect. Damage: 1d3 - 4 ⇒ (2) - 4 = -2 But seems to have no effect on the guard who continues to block the doorway.

Though he doesn't make a move into the cell he stands before the three, and glares at each of them intern. Demoralize: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19 The menacing glare leaves each of you three shaken for 2 rounds.

After listening in on the local gossip, Kol informs Kwin of what he's heard. "Hmm. Well, Sir. It seems the tavern we just left was apparently the best establishment in town, unfortunately."

"There are two nearby taverns that seem respectable enough, though. Good drink and entertainment from the sound of it One is apparently having a talent show. We can inspect them if you wish."

"There is also a... gentlemen's club nearby, but a young man of your caliber would never dream of stepping foot in there." There was a sense of finality in that statement.

"I do believe that..." The warforged stops as Kwin vomits onto a nearby woman and watches as she runs away screaming.

"I do believe that you have had more than enough to drink tonight, Master Kwin Longclaw." His tone brooked no argument in the matter. "Come. There is a shop for warforged parts in the market. You can walk off the alcohol while we browse the stalls."

"Eek!" Miyako moves her hands in front of her face, looking at the scary man with his scary glare through her fingers.

That face!

She then charges forward, trying to slip past the guards.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 5 - 2 = 18
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 5 - 2 = 17
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (11) + 5 - 2 = 14
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 5 - 2 = 10
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 5 - 2 = 9

Just threw in a bunch, in case more guards join.

"But..." Kwin starts to protest at Kol's back. Then, wiping his mouth on his sleeve, the young kitsune sighs in defeat and follows behind the warforged.

"Perdition's flames," he mutters quietly, "sometimes it's like I never left the clanwood. You're as stuffy as dad!"

The guard is quick to attempt to stop Miyako's advance this is from the 18 roll and is unfooled by the agile meanuvers. This provokes an AoO from the guard. He uses this action to attempt a trip Trip: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22 And succeeds, causing Miyako to fall prone before him.

The other two prisoners make desperate attemps of their own to escape the prison, swinging wildly at the guard blocking their path I'M NOT DYING TODAY one of them yells
Attack: 1d20 - 8 ⇒ (11) - 8 = 3
Attack: 1d20 - 8 ⇒ (11) - 8 = 3

though they show high determination, their lack of strength is proving detremental. The guard blocks each of these with an open palm, not seeming affected at all.

By this time many footsteps can be heard coming from the hallway, also the fire is almost completly out with only trace embers remaining.

Stop your actions at once, you can't get past me in your weakened state and my Guardsmen will be here soon

"Girl, you attemptin to set dis place ablaze? You'd best be careful wit dat, dyin in here isn't on de list of good places for dat."

Initiative: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
Kyras, being in a weakened state, didn't have any strength to go melee with anybody and didn't make a visible move. Brash as he may be, he's smart enough to know it would likely just get you hurt.

GM: following is only if there are any burning papers in the lowest layers.

Instead he tries something else. Maybe some of the lower layers of paper aren't doused out yet.
Casting mage hand
Picking a small bundle of slightly burning paper (if he is that lucky)
With the big guard distracted and talking to the others, Kyras flies the paper at footheight over to the guard's robes, trying to set the thing on fire from the back.