Bruno's Frostfur Captives (Inactive)

Game Master Bruno Romero

"We can keep the goblins a ways away, if you would prefer," Loam adds to the Ulfen. "Stay with them in shifts, perhaps. If they can bear to be apart from Sir Flix for long."

The ulfen man smiles and says-"Plenty of room in the Longhouse, travelers. You must be the group of Pathfinders headed to Trollheim, judging by your escorts - our commander told us to prepare food and warm beds for you, as well as stand guard in case you were followed."-he says as he ushers the rest of the warriors up front.

All in all, there are only four more individuals here: the man you are talking to - a well-built and square-jawed ulfen with dark red hair, a blonde woman wearing no armor but with a greatsword on her back, and two warriors wearing black uniforms. The ulfen man continues-"Allow us to introduce ourselves, we are the Blackravens - elite troops in the service of Freyr Darkwine, leader of Trollheim. Noella, our chaplain did most of the cooking. Finally, Toldir and Mikael handle patrol."

He extends his hand out to Vulpina and says-"My name is Enrik Ironjaw, and I am the leader of the Blackravens. I handle the planning of operations and report directly to our commander."-he pauses as he looks over at Loam and the goblins and says-"Please, spare us having to dine with the little critters. They can be fed, but it's best we keep them in the stable and bring them some porkchops while we talk and enjoy the feast Noella prepared"-he says smiling.

Vulpina offers her own hand—not to perform something so vulgar as a handshake, but daintily, as if she expects him to kneel and kiss it.

”Naturally, as Loam mentioned, we will not dismiss them from our sight entirely until we reach our destination,” she explains.

She thinks a moment; ”If I have not lost track of time entirely, Merry Erastilmas to you.”

"...he pauses as he looks over at Loam and the goblins and says-"Please, spare us having to dine with the little critters. They can be fed, but it's best we keep them in the stable..."

"What? But Loam is one of us!" Pai blurts out before she can stop herself. She immediately realizes she should've kept her mouth shut, but it's just no stinking fair that he thinks it's okay to treat Loam like a mindless vermin. Her initially shocked expression morphs through chagrin to petulance, and finally settles on steely resolve. "If you make her stay in the stable, I'll stay there too!"

"Until you are ready to head out, the goblins are still under our protection. When you bring out food for them, you may bring mine out as well."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

Flix is warmed by the others quick defense of the goblins. Seems we are resolute to keep our charges in our presence. Master Ironjaw, we appreciate your hospitality but will take our dinners with the goblins if they are not welcome. We take our duties quite seriously.

Ironjaw's expression changes to that of annoyance, as he says-"Please, do reconsider. We've gathered the very best ingredients we could find to welcome you into our lands. Would you turn away our hospitality in order to dine with these...beasts?"-he says, angrily staring at them.

The chaplain, Noella, speaks up-"We can keep the goblins locked up and under strict supervision, but we just can't let these monsters dine in the very same table our ancestors had their last meals before heading into battle"-trying her best to provide a reason to avoid the tangerine goblins.

Vulpina smiles. "I am afraid the most graceful solution is for us to dine at a different table, or upon the floor, or outside," she states. "We do not mean to offend, but our mission must be paramount, and there are those who would do their utmost to divert us from our charges, you understand. We simply must express the sharpest paranoia."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

Loam bristles slightly as Pai does, though she is unsure if she's being badmouthed or not. One hand reflexively spins an invisible gun. "Again, we could see them in shifts throughout the meal. If it is so precious to you. But even that may offend some delicate sensibilities, it seems," she says flatly.

Assuming the Ulfen fail to produce a compromise the team is happy with, Loam trudges back towards the stable. "It would be best if our dining room is devoid of horses, for everyone's sake, of course."

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 4

Pai has no clue if these folks have grudges against goblins due to personal experience or long-standing tradition or whatever, but she can see a degenerating situation when it smacks her in the face. ...and I started it. She takes a deep, calming breath. Doing so reminds her of when she was a kid and those bratty nobles' kids were picking on her. She couldn't afford to do anything to defend herself because her dad's work depended on those jerks' parents' goodwill. Adjusting her demeanor to be as charming as possible, she tries again. "My apologies to you all. I spoke passionately when logic ought to be the deciding factor in this case. The depth of your hospitality is deeply appreciated by all of us. In truth, there have been enough attacks on us during this mission that we feel we must keep all of us on guard to ensure our success. Though we trust in your team's capability and knowledge of the area, even the most talented have been bested at times that surprised even themselves. Please be assured that, after being out in the snow for so long, the warmth of your stable will be a glorious luxury to us all." There! If that speech doesn't make them feel better, I don't know what will! Pai mentally preens over her honeyed tongue performance.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

Lady Vulpina gives Pai an approving look out of the corner of her eye, and the a small, warm smile. She is clearly impressed.

In response to your resistance, Ironjaw seems to get angrier, and in one swift motion, unsheathes his greatsword. He assumes his guard and says-"Seems the jig is up. Pathfinders, I give you a choice: leave those goblins to us and let us take revenge for the deaths of our ancestors, OR protect the monsters and fall to our blades."-as he motions for the others to unsheath their weapons-"But it seems clear to me that your trust is in these beasts."

Noella and the two guards follow their captain's orders, and aim their blades at you. As honorable as these warriors are, they only allow you a brief moment of time to unsheath your own weapons before they decide to attack. In a single moment, Ironjaw screams-"Blackravens! Knock them out and kill the goblins!"-as he takes a step forward. Noella follows it with-"Blood for Gorum!"-as a battlecry. It would all seem very intimidating, but the seed of doubt planted by Pai wrecks the group's near-perfect coordination. As Ironjaw steps forward, one of the soldiers stops him by grabbing his shoulder, yelling-"Captain! Can't you see these are good people!?"-and makes the captain stumble and fall.

"What in Gorum's name are you doing, Mikael!?"-Ironjaw screams, giving you the upper hand on dealing with these soldiers. At this point, your instincts confirm that while one of the soldiers is having second thoughts, killing intents have been shown and violence is just around the corner.

Round 0: Surprise round!
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Vulpina, Loam, Pai
Toldir (Green)
Flix, Tangerine Terrors
Ironjaw (Red)
Salvadore
Noella, Mikael (Blue)

Round 1
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Vulpina, Loam, Pai

Everyone is up! (only a standard or move)
Vulpina, Loam and Pai can take their turn immediately after the surprise round!

Vulpina’s blade is out in a flash; she lunges forward, hoping to encourage a nonlethal end to a fight that has barely begun.

Disarm: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

How’s his flat-footed CMD, Boss?

His flat-footed CMD is higher than 15, sadly. Good try though!

It's fine, I get a second try after. :D

...Oh, wait-- quick question. I only just now looked at the map. Since we were in hand-shake distance a moment ago, is it fine if we assume Vulpina was close enough to do so?

Makes sense to me!

"Drop them safely if you can!" calls out Vulpina, her blade singing as it scrapes along Ironjaw's blade. Precision, Yulai! He is slow; one more attempt before he swings it around at you...

If I'm not mistaken, I should wait until everyone else has had a go before I make my Round 1 roll(s)?

Yes, preferably.

"These 'beasts' have shown their mettle and it has proven far above yours," Loam adds. She hurries forward and loads a spell into her gun, then another to enhance it. "You hide behind a veneer of civility. They may be tangerine, but you are yellow!"

Won't need to roll for next turn, but they will. I'll hold on that for now.

Crap! Pai is surprised that her beautiful speech didn't work.

Despite their violent intentions, they clearly don't intend to murder the Pathfinders, so... Fine! Pai won't try too hard to kill them, either. A sly gleam flickers in her pale green eyes before her expression hardens into steel. She reaches her arms out from her sides, fingers held like rigid claws. Familiar arcs of pale blue lightening form in a 20' radius around her, shooting toward her little form, only to be absorbed instead of harming her. The very air vibrates and hums with the power she is gathering into herself, and her eyes begin to glow with a pale, blueish white light. Her voice booms out, seemingly amplified somehow: "Put down your weapons! NOW!"

Intimidate: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

"Well now, you all seem to be in quite the gloomy mood. Here, let me brighten your day.", says Salvadore with a smile. He points and a small cloud of golden particles fill the air.

Glitterdust. DC=16.

Flix puts himself between the goblins and the others , Whoa, Ironjaw clan. Although Felix would prefer an easier outcome but it seems things are moving to the aggressive. Stop now or suffer the inevitable.

diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

The warriors seems unphased by Pai's intimidation, as Noella replies-"Monsters and their allies attack those without weapons! Let us resolve this matter in battle! The side with their heads still in their shoulders will have Gorum's favor!"-determined to fight it out.

You get the sense that while their motives are wrong, and their aggression is illfully-placed, they are warriors that have been taught the ways of honorable fighting, and will not stand down...except for one.

Mikael, the soldier with the beard, listens to Pai and Flix's words and yells-"Please, captain! Why would we fight those who would fight alongside us in our hour of need?"-Enrik Ironjaw would reply, but Salvadore's glitterdust hits him, alongside Noella and Mikael. The wizard seems to control the spiral of dust perfectly, and with a few hand movements, gets it right on their eyes!

Round 1
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Vulpina, Pai, Loam
Toldir (Green)
Flix, Tangerine Terrors
Ironjaw (Red, blinded)
Salvadore
Noella (blinded), Mikael (Blue, blinded)

Vulpina and Pai are up!

Disarm: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

What's with all these crit fails in combat?? Thankfully the specifics are if your attack fails by 10 or more. Doubt his Flat-Footed CMD is 20?

Irritated, she takes a step back and considers drawing her pistol.

However, something about his statement rings in her ears...

"Monsters and their allies attack those without weapons!"

She throws her wakizashi to the ground and glares defiantly at Enrik and Noella.

"You are the only ones who wish to fight! Stand down or become the monsters you claim to oppose!"

Golly I hope that works or Vulpina's in trouble :D

...And of course, if someone comes swinging at her, she'll Dodging Panache it.

I think I'm up also.

Loam steps up to the two blinded Ulfen. "One of you sees sense, the other sees nothing. Please stand down so we can negotiate and return your sight."

Sacrificing Burning Hands for a +1. Spending an AR point. I will ready to cast Color Spray if there's more offensive action. Targets Enrik and Toldir, DC 17 Will.

The storm of electricity churns within Pai, seeking release. She so wants to blast that angry Enrick Ironjaw into next week, but also really doesn't want to be the one to attack first. "Urrrgh!" With a disgusted scowl, she releases the energy in a wild, explosive surge and strides forward, muttering: "I just know I'm going to regret this."

Double move adjacent to Mikael. She plans to use Basic Aerokinesis to grant him a little breeze to get the Glitterdust out of his eyes. It won't have any effect on how the spell functions, but she's hoping it shows the others that the Pathfinders will be compassionate and reasonable if they want to stop fighting.

Toldir, the soldier that was not blinded, flies into a rage as Vulpina drops her weapon-"You'd dare sully this battle by dropping that which Gorum gave you as your birthright? Well, you will be kept as spoils of war, princess."-he says as he moves up to hit Loam.

The spellslinger, however, is more than ready to stop him in his tracks. As the ratfolk clicks her tongue dissaprovingly, you hear a trigger being pulled, and moments later, a myriad of colors and beams explode out of her gun, like inside the barrel lay a portal to wonderland. It hits both Ironjaw and Toldir, freezing their muscles like some kind of drug.

The soldier stands there, unable to continue his boast, trying his best to move his muscles but just barely able to stand. Meanwhile, Mikael continues-"I think I'm getting the dust off!"-as he feels the air around envelop him.

Round 1
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Vulpina, Pai, Loam
Toldir (Green, blinded, stunned)
Flix, Tangerine Terrors
Ironjaw (Red, blinded, stunned)
Salvadore
Noella (blinded), Mikael (Blue, blinded)

Flix is up! As a free action, he may direct the Tangerine Goblins to sing for you! (+1/+1 for a single round).

Flix lowers his sword and bids the goblins to wait. It is not too late, warriors. Gorum would also shun a battle where there was no intent to have one.

diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

With only one enemy able to fight in the meantime, Noella yells out-"Let us resolve our conflicts through battle, monsters. Talk is for those who hide their weaknesses, as those tiny goblins cower under your skirts, skald. I'd rather die than sheathe my steel!"-spitting on the ground. You'd guess it would be intimidating, but she seems to be looking at the wrong direction while lashing out at Flix.

The goblins follow Flix's orders and stand back, but seem to be just as angry as the Ulfen. Gish in particular yells-"Let me at them, master Flix! I'll take his eyesies out, stick them on a small snowman, and let him see who's tiny!"-as he looks at Flix for approval.

Round 1
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Vulpina, Pai, Loam
Toldir (Green, blinded, stunned)
Flix, Tangerine Terrors
Ironjaw (Red, blinded, stunned)
Salvadore
Noella (blinded), Mikael (Blue, blinded)

Salvadore is up!

Salvadore silently moves forward, mumbles a spell under his breath, and scans the group of opponents....

Detect Magic.

Salvadore detects the presence of magic before him, but before he is able to pinpoint its sources, both Noella and Mikael get to act!

The chaplain raises her greatsword in the air and screams-"Brothers! Let us clash our steel against theirs, as Gorum once did on the battlefield! For we have lost the sense to see the fear in their eyes, but they will never take away our will to fight!"-as her voice and movements carry magical energy, and all of the warriors except for Mikael are bolstered by the energy. Her spirit seems to be strong enough to shake off the glitter from Salvadore's spell, as she roars in anger.

Mikael on the other hand, is less lucky than Noella, and seems to be handicapped by the glitter in his eyes. He retreats a bit to the side and does his best to keep his guard up.

Round 2
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Vulpina, Pai, Loam
Toldir (Green, blinded, stunned)
Flix, Tangerine Terrors
Ironjaw (Red, blinded*, stunned*)
Salvadore
Noella, Mikael (Blue, blinded)

Everyone is up! (Ironjaw will be un-stunned and un-blinded by Salvadore's turn, but will not get to act this round. Toldir will remain blinded and stunned)

Vulpina sighs as the group that's meant to help them instead raises steel.

"You have lost your sense, for certain," she says, stepping forward as Ironjaw flails. She reaches out and plucks his greatsword from his hands.

Disarm: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

Everyone being blinded certainly helps!

"Has madness overtaken you, that you would draw steel upon your allies?"

She tosses the great blade away behind her, beside her own.

"Do you really think Gorum smiles upon betrayal and slaughtering those who've no wish to fight? You are no heroes in this; end this folly!"

Loam steps a healthy distance away and tries to relieve Noella of her weapon. "Reach into your well of sense, we beseech you."

Grease on Noella's greatsword, DC 16.

Flix bids the goblins to hold once more. Turning to the chaplain, Relent! You are outnumbered and we offer you no quarrel.

diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

"Well gosh!" The other Pathfinders seem determined to avoid fighting these bloodthirsty people, but there's not much Pai can do to help here. It'd be so much simpler if I could blast them! But also eviler, so...fine. She glances around for inspiration and sees Vulpina toss Ironjaw's greatsword behind her. They could pick that up so easily if they tried. She scoots past Loam and picks up the greatsword, dragging it back a little to keep it away from the big, burly, angry men.

She's going to drag it back to the Tangerine Terrors next round if there's nothing else for her to do.

I was really hoping someone would do that! Thanks, Pai :D

Oooppppssss....my bad. I was waiting to see if maybe the leader was under some kind of spell.

LOL. Ment to post that in Discussion.

Salvadore cast Shield on himself.

"We are not going to let you hurt them. If you are not going to perform your duties as Pathfinders, them just leave."

Diplomacy: 1d20 ⇒ 14

I think he might just be hard-headed. But hopefully not hard-headed enough to switch to headbutts when he's missing a sword...

Noella screams as the grease from Loam and the confusion makes her drop her greatsword-"You'd dare disarm me? Fight, you monsters! You face the Blackravens, butchers of trolls and goblins. Protect your beasts with steel, not with words."-she says as she chants words in draconic, creating a shimmering wall of energy around her and stepping forward. Toldir begins to recover his conciousness, but is still a little bit groggy from the Color Spray.

Ironjaw, still from the ground, looks up at Vulpina and says-"I'd rather die than let those beasts into our lands. If you think you fight in Gorum's favor, then strike me and he will make it so. But I KNOW he won't let me die. My steel is his song, and my roar is his voice!"-as he spits on the ground.

Round 3
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Vulpina, Pai, Loam
Toldir (Green, stunned)
Flix, Tangerine Terrors
Ironjaw (Red)
Salvadore
Noella, Mikael (Blue, blinded)

Vulpina, Pai, Loam and Flix are up!

"Fighting you would be execution, not battle," says Vulpina. "Can you not see we have already bested you? My patience for this runs thin."

She reaches out to Toldir, gripping his shoulder--

Trip: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

--and, presumably, toppling him to the ground as well.

She picks up her wakizashi from the snow, giving it a quick twirl.

Which one's Noella? Trying to figure out where the second disarmed greatsword is.

Noella is the blonde woman who does not have a colored outline. Just updated her greatsword's position in the map.

Looking for clarity on greatsword position. Flix will grab up a close greatsword if possible.

Spellcraft (ID Noella's spell): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23

Loam backs up and fires her gun at Noella. A beam of black energy shoots out. "Just give up!"

DC 16 Fort to halve penalty. Spent an AR point to boost the CL. Almost out of resources, but this is very funny.

Ray of Enfeeblement: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
Strength Reduction: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Pai drags the super heavy greatsword behind the Tangerine Terrors, dropping it to the ground. As she positions herself beside them, she advises them with a wink: "Don't let them get this!"

Once in position, she takes a defensive pose and calls out in a bored voice: "I could deafen them one at a time, but it looks like we're trying to get them to listen. If that changes, let me know."

Standard action: Total Defense. AC is 22 until her next turn.

Flix is running out of patience as his chaotic nature shift his demeanor. You are wearing our patience. You are disarmed, enfeebled, and disoriented. Stand down.

intimidate: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

With the grace of a skilled fighter, Vulpina trips Toldir, dropping him to the ground. Simultaneously, Loam shoots a ray of debilitating energy at Noella, which she takes to the chest. Her strength is just short of resisting the spell, and her muscles and complexion are reduced to a wraith's. She immediately drops to the ground, her body barely being able to carry her crossbow, armor and iron holy symbol. With a curse, she says-"Damn rat witch...Gorum curse you!"-barely being able to move her neck to sneer before her now cat-level strength forces her to lie down.

The terrors take the greatsword from Pai and squeal in delight, celebrating-"Two down! One is friend! Now the leader - take his head!"-as they drag the greatsword back.

With the chaplain taken out of comission for the moment, Ironjaw grinds his teeth and stands up-"I will not let you sully our honor and our traditions for the sake of monsters! Blood will be spilt, and we will be standing tall and alive in the end."-as he takes out a handaxe from his back and sidestepping to his left (Provoking from Vulpina). Toldir seems to shake off the effects of the Color Spray, and finding himself without a weapon, is only able to conjure up an "Aaaaargh!"-in desperation.

Round 3
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Vulpina, Pai, Loam
Toldir (Green)
Flix, Tangerine Terrors
Ironjaw (Red)
Salvadore
Noella (under pressure), Mikael (Blue, blinded)

Round 4
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Vulpina, Pai, Loam

Salvadore, Vulpina (AoO pending), Pai and Loam are up!

"If you do not want your honor besmirched, then stop behaving like common brigands!"

AoO: Disarm: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

That ought to provoke an AoO from him!

I still have a full turn in addition to the AoO, correct?

Yep, full turn in addition to the AoO

She steps between the two and her party, sighing and rolling her eyes.

Disarm Again!: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27

Vulpina's blade lashes out, probably failing to wrest the handaxe from Ironjaw's grip.

As she swings it back, however, she probably catches it behind the head and twists, knocking it out of his grip...

...and into hers!

"Please just settle down," she sighs, twirling both weapons now.

Salvadore takes a 5' step, concentrates on his signet ring(Arcane Bond), and casts a spell at Ironjaw. "Give up already."

Casting Daze. Will save vs DC=14