Year of Our Lord 1437 Pathfinder RAW PVP Combined Tables 1 & 2

Game Master Michael Johnson 66

Yes, I see. The charge made the attack in round 1 possible, so its 120 ft from camp. And no AoO for Alphonse in round 2.

Going back over to redo the math...

Finally, to all of my allied PCs--you've never seen me do this before, so you definitely think I have just died.

...*sigh*.

Alphonse watches the Fox fall to the ground and rushes to his side.

"The beast can kill with a glance! Avert your gaze!" he cries, as his hands BLAZE with intense holy light, suffusing Fox's form.

"Do not take him, Lord! He still has much to do!" he calls to the heavens, willing the kitsune to live again.

Using 10 of my Lay on Hands and taking a negative level for the next 24 hours due to poor communication. Nothing happens, as Fox is not really dead.

Alphonse is stricken.

"The creature must steal souls as well! I cannot raise the Fox! It must be destroyed, for all our sakes!"

ALPHONSE LAYS HANDS ON OGON FOX

HIT AND RUN IN THE DESERT! ROUND 2!

CARDINAL LUCIUS D'BORJA (flurry of arrows)
IHRIN ARDLEAN DRACUL (donning armor)
DESERT BANDERSNATCH (bite and run)
OGON FOX (feigning death)
BERNARDO MACHIAVELLI
ABE NO TOSHIRO & SHIKI (call ligntning)
MWIKALI & KIKU (lightning bolt)
ALPHONSE (lay on hands)

EEEEK!! SQUEEEEAAAKK!!

Just Machiavelli for round 2 then round 3, I think?

The bandersnatch is out of range and sight to Machiavelli at this point... He can make listen based Perception check to pinpoint the bandersnatch in the darkness to the east vs DC 35...

Now somewhere further out in the inky darkness to the east, the desert bandersnatch gives a luring cry! WAKA-HOOOOO!!

Men judge generally more by the eye than by the hand, for everyone can see and few can feel. Every one sees what you appear to be, few really know what you are. --Machiavelli

Perception 10 + 1d6 + 19 ⇒ 10 + (4) + 19 = 33

Takes his time and reloads his cross bow. Saying to himself.

"Only those means of security are good, are certain, are lasting, that depend on yourself and your own vigor."

Then he takes time aiming into the darkness, then lets the bolt go. There is a long silence then it hits.

Studded strike, repeating H Cross bow, Cold Iron bolt TH 1d20 + 6 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 6 + 5 + 1 = 28 DMG 1d10 + 5 + 1 + 4d6 ⇒ (6) + 5 + 1 + (5, 3, 6, 5) = 31 Range 120'

He holds the cross bow up readying it again.

"Beast, I will end you if you do not depart and never come back."

Perception 10+1d6+19

Takes his time and reloads his cross bow. Saying to himself.

"Only those means of security are good, are certain, are lasting, that depend on yourself and your own vigor."

Then he takes time aiming into the darkness, then lets the bolt go. There is a long silence then it hits.

Studded strike, repeating H Cross bow, Cold Iron bolt TH 1d20+6+5+1 DMG 1d10+5+1+4d6 Range 120'

He holds the cross bow up readying it again.

"Beast, I will end you if you do not depart and never come back."

The cold iron bolt almost pierces the beast's dense muscles...

AC 29... very close!

HIT AND RUN IN THE DESERT! ROUND 3!

CARDINAL LUCIUS D'BORJA
IHRIN ARDLEAN DRACUL
DESERT BANDERSNATCH
OGON FOX
BERNARDO MACHIAVELLI
ABE NO TOSHIRO & SHIKI
MWIKALI & KIKU
ALPHONSE

EEEEK!! SQUEEEEAAAKK!!

WAKA-HOOOO!! WAKA-HOOOOO!!!

Mwikali Growls and begins in her naked glory to move her hands and moves her body ending with one hand pointing at the Bandersnatch and the other pointing to the sky!

"May Africas' divine wrath CONSUME THEE" She says for all to here as she casts a powerful elemental spell Flame Strike!!

Flame Strike

Reflex DC20 for half

Divine and Fire Damage: 10d6 ⇒ (3, 6, 3, 6, 1, 5, 3, 6, 6, 5) = 44

Mwikali Growls and begins in her naked glory to move her hands and moves her body ending with one hand pointing at the Bandersnatch and the other pointing to the sky!

"May Africas' divine wrath CONSUME THEE" She says for all to here as she casts a powerful elemental spell Flame Strike!!

Flame Strike

Reflex DC20 for half

Reflex 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (7) + 16 = 23 succeeds for half damage, so 22 divine fire damage...

The roaring flames briefly illuminate the bandersnatch writhing in pain! It shrieks: KOO KOO KACHOOOOOO!!!!

The bandersnatch is likely out of Cardinal Lucius' sight in the darkness about 120 east of the camp at the top of round 3, and it has received enough of a beating to look for easier prey elsewhere, so this is a victory for the adventurers. On its turn in ROUND 3, it hightails away eastward into the night...

The monster's strange, pained yelps become fainter as it gallops off over the dunes to the east, vanishing into the African wilderness!

The adventurers succeed to driving the desert bandersnatch off to lick its wounds. The rest of the night goes without incident, and all told, only one donkey was lost.

As the best runs off, He says.

"If an injury has to be done to a man it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared."

Then puts his cross bow away and Tends to wounds of others, he has healing drafts.

In the morning,

The others find a nice hot broth, with flat breads, wine and water is is waiting for everyone.

When the Cardinal awakes, he finds Bernardo is there, ready to dress him.

"I hope you had a pleasant sleep your eminence, after last nights incident. I took the liberty."

His clothing has been cleaned and pressed and ready for the day. There is also a light breakfast waiting for him. Soft pouched eggs and toasted flat bread cut into triangles on the try is goblet of fine red wine.

Alphonse stumbles back to camp with Ogon Fox's lifeless corpse in his hands.

"Alas, there was nothing I could do. If I'd known the creature could kill with merely a look, I would have taken the fate for myself."

"Cardinal D'Borja, what was the man's faith? Would he desire a Christian burial?"

The bandersnatch attacked the night of Saturday, 4th June, on the third night of travel. Just a calendar mark for myself...

Mwikali looks at Fox and then the others."I believe we should rest If you have something to preserve him do so now." She says still naked

"We can deal with him in the morning, Give him a proper send-off that appeases not only this God but all who observe and support our journey." She says slipping back into her tent.

-----Morning----

Mwikali wakes and looks about. Noting no coffee she grabs some things to brew coffee and begins to brew. She eats of what is offered and feeds Kiku some bread and a bit of the dried fruit she has.

Ihrin Sees Ogun Fox fall and when Alphonse brings him over she kisses his furry forehead and whispers in her native tongue a prayer of peaceful respite in the afterlife.

"Even though I loathe to agree, I say we preserve and wrap up Ogun and honor him in the morning. That way we can properly give him a funeral right that his soul will be pleased to view" She says before turning about and heading to her tent.

As she does she utters in Romani

While the others look on long faced and wonder what to do with the dead Fox-kin.

Bernardo comes over and places a bowl of broth next to the dead fox's head, close to his nose. He says nothing more but heads back to packing away for the the day.

This could just be a gift to the dead, there may be some bandersnatch in this particular Bowl. who can say

While the others look on long faced and wonder what to do with the dead Fox-kin.

Bernardo comes over and places a bowl of broth next to the dead fox's head, close to his nose. He says nothing more but heads back to packing away for the the day.

This could just be a gift to the dead, there may be some bandersnatch in this particular Bowl. who can say

There must be a special magical ingredient in the broth Machiavelli places by Fox's snout... The false death trance is broken by the delicious aroma, and the Ogon Fox begins to stir and lick his whiskered chops!

"Oh, that smells delicious...wait, what was I doing? The bandersnatch!" The Fox bolts upright. "Where is it?!"

"Praise god! A miracle!" Alphonse cries.

"You dropped dead from the creature's mere look. I tried to save you but even god's divine light, channeled through an imperfect vessel, can only do so much. We all thought you were gone forever."

Toshiro nods.

"No one could raise you. Alphonse thought your soul had been rent from your body."

Even Toshiro, with like a 40+ Heal check, can't tell when you're alive in that state.

Quickly gathering that the bandersnatch is no longer threatening them, the Fox moves on to addressing the matter of his apparent death.

"Ah...it seems we haven't talked about this yet. Because I have learned some control over my ki, I am able to limit the needs of my body for food, water, breath...and I can even suspend all functioning of my body, entirely. That is what you saw happen--it was not because of the beast's gaze at all, but a ruse on my part. I hoped to lure it close to me by making it think it had killed me. It must never have drawn near, or I would have awoken... How long have I been unconscious?"

"Hours, now. It is morning." Alphonse says, shaking his head. He doesn't look angry, but vague sadness and disappointment mingles with his relief.

"A dangerous ability to use, especially without informing your allies. We were trying to figure out what burial rites to perform when you awoke. Young Toshiro had just informed me that your people prefer to burn your dead. In part you were saved because we could not find enough firewood to build a pyre in this wasteland."

"I have lost many friends, some just as suddenly, on similar expeditions. I am glad you are well, but please don't scare me like that again." he says.

Suddenly, he brightens.

"Now, breakfast! I know I am hungry after last night's exertions."

Sunday 5th June, daytime random encounter 1 in 6: 1d6 ⇒ 3 no encounter. Night time random encounter 1 in 6: 1d6 ⇒ 2 no encounter.

The day of Sunday, 5th June, the fourth day of travel, passes uneventfully, the expedition traversing the rugged, arid hardpan desert of Africa's Mediterranean coast. As night creeps over from the east, the expedition sets up camp again, with the usual watch rotation. Nothing dares approach their camp that night.

Monday 6th June, daytime random encounter 1 in 6: 1d6 ⇒ 4 no encounter. Night time random encounter 1 in 6: 1d6 ⇒ 1 bingo!

The day of Monday, 6th June, the fifth day of travel from Marrakech, passes uneventfully, the expedition passing through rolling dunes and past the bare bones of older Mauritanian kingdoms poking through the sands. Occasionally, they pass the skeletal remains of some gargantuan beast of the distant past, half buried in the windblown dunes...

As night descends, the expedition camps at an oasis, where their mounts can drink and they can refill their waterskins. Setting the usual watch, the adventurers settle in for the night, washing the dust and sand from their travel-sore bodies in the cool water of the oasis...

Organises the camp and checks the mounts are safe with in it.

Night time random encounter rolls have determined that 3d4 ⇒ (1, 1, 1) = 3 gnolls with 2d4 ⇒ (4, 2) = 6 hyenas have sighted the adventurers' campfire while out on a nocturnal hunt, from a distance of 10d10 + 50 ⇒ (8, 5, 2, 1, 6, 5, 3, 6, 10, 10) + 50 = 106 feet away!

Crouching behind a boulder and keeping firm holds on their hyenas' leashes, they spy on the encamped travelers...

Whispered in Gnoll: Fresh meat! Travelers with riding beasts... Enough meat to feed the whole tribe tonight! But do we dare attack? They are greater in number... Can we overwhelm them as they sleep?

Whispered in Gnoll: We wait and watch for now... Wait until they sleep...

The gnolls (actually flinds of the Bloodlapper tribe) crawl on their bellies over the dunes toward the campsite... Stealth 1d20 - 2 + 10 ⇒ (3) - 2 + 10 = 11 at 100 feet distance vs Perception checks...
Stealth 1d20 - 2 + 10 ⇒ (3) - 2 + 10 = 11 at 100 feet distance vs Perception checks...
Stealth 1d20 - 2 + 10 ⇒ (5) - 2 + 10 = 13 at 100 feet distance vs Perception checks...

Crawling on their bellies over the dunes under cover of darkness, the Bloodlapper flinds slowly begin to creep up on the expedition's campsite... But they are wearing heavy iron scalemail and carrying flindbars, while trying to maintain control over their hyenas, and the adventurers on watch most likely perceive the approaching raiders!

Creeping alongside their flind masters toward the campsite from 100 feet away... Stealth 1d20 + 6 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 6 + 10 = 34
Stealth 1d20 + 6 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 6 + 10 = 27
Stealth 1d20 + 6 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 6 + 10 = 28
Stealth 1d20 + 6 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 6 + 10 = 23
Stealth 1d20 + 6 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 6 + 10 = 34
Stealth 1d20 + 6 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 10 = 22

The six hyenas accompanying the three Bloodlapper flinds are far stealthier than their masters as they creep closer to the expedition campsite...

Perception: 1d20 + 20 - 10 ⇒ (10) + 20 - 10 = 20

The Cardinal, preparing for his rest, is still aware of the sounds of the african night - and the steady chinking of chainmail has no part in that!

He turns unhurriedly to his companions and speaks in english. "Something is out in the darkness. I suspect they plan an assault." He pauses, listening again, "There are two at least, heavily armoured."

Asleep in her tent

Perception: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (11) + 21 = 32

She stirs hearing stuff. She grabs her gauntlet arsenal along side her Katanas while she slips in her chainshirt.

While helping Cardinal d'Borja to get ready for bed, he stops as the Cardinal informs him that something is amiss out in the dark. He stops stall a moment. The keeps on with his task as if nothing is wrong.

Perception(Wis) 20 + 19 + 1d6 ⇒ 20 + 19 + (5) = 44 crit

Whisper "Three bipeds and six Quadrupeds your eminence coming in form the west as a pack sir, I think about 100 feet away or closer"

Then as if taking off the Cardinal favoured weapon as if ready to pack away form the night, he holds it ready for the Cardinal to grasp.

INITIATIVES:

CARDINAL LUCIUS D'BORJA 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26
BERNARDO MACHIAVELLI 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
IHRIN ARDLEAN DRACUL 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
ABE NO TOSHIRO & SHIKI 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
MWIKALI & KIKU 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
OGON FOX 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11
BLOODLAPPER FLINDS AND HYENAS 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
ALPHONSE VERITAS OATHKEEPER 1d20 ⇒ 17

BATTLE OF THE BLOODLAPPERS!! ROUND 1!! DING-DING!! EEEEK!!

CARDINAL LUCIUS D'BORJA!
BERNARDO MACHIAVELLI!
BLOODLAPPER FLINDS 3 AND HYENAS 6!
ALPHONSE VERITAS OATHKEEPER!
ABE NO TOSHIRO & SHIKI!
IHRIN ARDLEAN DRACUL!
THE OGON FOX!
MWIKALI & KIKU!

OOH OOH AH AH AHHH!!!

At the top of round 1, the 3 flinds and 6 hyenas are roughly 100 feet west of the party's campsite...

Perception(Wis) 20+19+1d6 crit

I think you forgot the "1d"

Thats what you get for cut and pasting, again this time with the 1d Perception(Wis) 1d20 + 19 + 1d6 ⇒ (9) + 19 + (2) = 30 still past all their stealth rolls, but maybe not as much info.

Thats what you get for cut and pasting, again this time with the 1d Perception(Wis) 1d20+19+1d6 still past all their stealth rolls, but maybe not as much info.

Machiavelli is alerted to the raiders' approach!

Lucius whispers in Latin, causing Seraphim to unroll next to him. He nods to Machiavelli, before grasping Dies Irae and stepping onto Seraphim.

The carpet whisks him across the camp towards the raiders and Lucius aims and fires with smooth precision.

Flurry: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (15) + 13 = 28 Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Flurry: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (9) + 13 = 22 Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Flurry: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27 Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Also Lucius can cast Continual Flame once per day, so if anyone wants to have a magical lantern made for them he's had plenty of time to do it!

As the Cardinal moves Bernardo pulls a vile from his belt, then he just seems to fade into the night, vanishing from view.

Lucius whispers in Latin, causing Seraphim to unroll next to him. He nods to Machiavelli, before grasping Dies Irae and stepping onto Seraphim.

The carpet whisks him across the camp towards the raiders and Lucius aims and fires with smooth precision.

[dice=Flurry]d20+13 [dice=Damage]d8+3
[dice=Flurry]d20+13 [dice=Damage]d8+3
[dice=Flurry]d20+8 [dice=Damage]d8+3

Also Lucius can cast Continual Flame once per day, so if anyone wants to have a magical lantern made for them he's had plenty of time to do it!

The Cardinal sends three shafts to pierce the lead flind, which grunts in shock and gurgles as its lifeblood leaks out into the desert sand...

One flind down, two flinds and six hyenas left...

As the Cardinal moves Bernardo pulls a vile from his belt, then he just seems to fade into the night, vanishing from view.

** spoiler omitted **

Quaffing a vial of alchemical liquid, Machiavelli suddenly vanishes from sight, leaving only the faint trace of his footprints in the desert sand for the perceptive to notice that he's still there...

ROUND 1:

Realizing they have been spotted, the other two flinds rise to their feet and, howling with bestial bloodlust, dash toward the campsite, brandishing their flindbar weapons overhead!

OOLOOLOOLOOLOOOO!!!

Move action to stand up, move action to close from 100 ft to 70 ft away...

ROUND 1: Double move 100 ft to the campsite...

The six hyenas dash toward the campsite ahead of their masters, yapping and barking maniacally! They reach the edge of the camp, where their eyes glow a Hellish red in the light of the campfire!

HAHAHAHAHA!! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEE!!

Alphonse is up to bat, Toshiro on deck...

How dark is it? They're 70 feet away (out of Darkvision range), but depending on the phase of the moon and whatnot things could still be pretty visible. New Moon would make it nearly pitch black, full moon pretty much the opposite, and in between could mean all we can make out are fuzzy shapes at best.

For Alphons ethis doesn't change much, but for Toshiro targeting will matter.

Alphonse looks up in alarm as shots are fired and a warning called. He wastes no time this time, activating his Celestial armor and taking to the skies.

Ups my speed from 20 to 40 so we don't have a repeat of last time.

He floats not far off the ground and begins heading in the direction of the enemies, soon revealed to be gnolls.

"I will offer you the same courtesy I offered the last creature to waylay us in our sleep! Stay your weapons and leave this place, and none will pursue! There need be no bloodshed between us, but despite your superior numbers this battle is not in your favor!"

Standard: "cast" Fly, Move: Move 40 ft. Free: Talk.

There is a waxing crescent moon, so still kind of dark.