GM Hawthwile's Birthright Betrayed (Inactive)

Game Master Hawthwile

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Theld waits out of sight, but near enough to Vosk to be useful.

"I can teleport inside if I can see where I am going, but the person Mr. Reed spotted may be a problem best handled by someone else. I agree that a distraction at the door is advised. I could wait near a window around the side of the building, though I will not necessarily be able to know when it is safe for me to enter."

The Pathfinders huddle in the pre-dawn gloom, discussing their options and forming a plan.

So it sounds like we have an Infiltration team and a Distraction team. The possibility for other teams certainly exists, but those are the ones that have been mentioned.

What do you do?

So it sounds like we have an Infiltration team and a Distraction team. The possibility for other teams certainly exists....

Football, Baseball, Track, Debate....

"I can teleport inside if I can see where I am going, but the person Mr. Reed spotted may be a problem best handled by someone else. I agree that a distraction at the door is advised...."

"Why are you all looking at me?" squeaks an indignant Droo.

Droo points her finger at the man inside and again at the Professor, wiggles her nose, and says a bit of mystical doggerel to cast a magical message spell-like ability.

"Testing. One. Two. Three. Testing. One. Two. Three. Is this thing on? Over. Are you receiving? Over." she looks at the Professor (who is standing next to her) to see if she can hear the message, as well as someone who is watching man through the window. "Well?" she just whispers normally. "Is it working?"

She and Vinegar are where ever they need to be to keep everyone in range.

Thanks, Theld.

Bocke will help infiltrate. He can boost others into the window if they're too short the window is too high, or he can climb through the window pretty easily.

I could assume that is a spell which she can cast multiple times, but knowing her, it could be an ability she can only use once per day. Hmm...

knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
Does the Professor have any idea if Droo's Message spell-like ability is likely a one-time-per-day ability? Her result will help her (dis)believe Droo's reply.

After a pause spent staring suspiciously down her nose at the gnome, Professor Masaendri dryly replies: "...Yes. How many times per day can you do that?"

She makes no move to teleport into the building, having stated her reticence to do so until the figure inside is dealt with. She has no desire to go toe to toe with a no-doubt much younger man, especially since her spells are not calibrated for one-on-one confrontation.

I will also join the Entering team.

"If you can get us in there, let me handle the person inside." The half-orc tilts his head from side to side and loosens his joints. "If Vosk's Plan A doesn't work," he adds with a grin.

Are people not in favor of the Sleep & Slide plan? To be clear, Bocke is, but he is neither in charge of sleeping nor sliding, so he can't do anything about it.

I was sort of envisioning we do both. Vosk distracts the guy at the door, possibly putting him to sleep, whatever. We slide in behind, and if there's any trouble we're better positioned to do something about it.

Then again, maybe I'm overthinking it and Vosk should just do his thing.

If he sees Vosk's face, he will be capable of identifying us later. If we put him to sleep at the bar, we can tie him up and blindfold him and he wouldn't be able to identify any of us. We could also, depending on the flexibility of peoples' moralities, knock him unconscious with nonlethal damage and pour some liquor over him so anyone who discovered him would assume he had helped himself to the bar in the m8ddle of the night.

After a pause spent staring suspiciously down her nose at the gnome, Professor Masaendri dryly replies: "...Yes. How many times per day can you do that?"

"Do what?" asks Droo perplexed.

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"Oh, you mean: this? I don't know it's the first time I've ever tried. I just didn't think I could wiggle my nose like that, but I can. See?" {wiggle, wiggle, wiggle}

Two targets (Prof. and the guard--no save), up to 120-feet away, once a day, for twenty minutes--now, 19 minutes, and 54 seconds.

"Ooo, I've got an idea. It's ingenious, even if I do say so myself. Does anyone know the guard's name?"

I was sort of envisioning we do both. Vosk distracts the guy at the door, possibly putting him to sleep, whatever. We slide in behind, and if there's any trouble we're better positioned to do something about it.

Then again, maybe I'm overthinking it and Vosk should just do his thing.

An important note - Molvil can only move herself via dimensional slide.

Also an important note - the glass of the window breaks line of effect for Droo's message.

So far we have the following:

Distraction:
- Vosk

Infiltration:
- Molvil
- Bocke
- Gorrig

What do you do?

Also an important note - the glass of the window breaks line of effect for Droo's message.

Which window is it?

Cricket:
- Droo
- Vinegar

GM Hawthwile wrote:

Also an important note - the glass of the window breaks line of effect for Droo's message.

Which window is it?

All of them? I'm not quite sure what you're aiming to do.

I believe the plan was to D-slide and open the window from the inside so we could all just climb in. So you can re-Message after the window is open.

I believe Droo wants to know which window the guard was seen from.

I believe Droo wants to know which window the guard was seen from.

If that's the case, Bocke was looking through the red-circled window.

Seeing everyone prepare for entering, Vosk sets about his own tasks. Pulling out a fine sheet of parchment, some wax, a seal, and some colored inks, he quickly fashions an official looking document. While the ink drys, he waits for the others to finish preparations. After exchanging nods, he heads off into the darkness.

After a few moments, the steady march of torchlight approaches the building. Holding it steadily aloft is a guard, striding confidently for the door. Despite an annoyingly familiar rotundness, you've never seen the fantastically mustached man before. The badge pinned proudly to his chest reads "Sergeant Addington."

Feet having delivered him to the door, and after a brief look to the side for any signs of Pathfinders, a meaty fist gently but firmly pounds on the door. "Riddonport Constabulary, open up," he demands. They better be quick!
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Linguistics (Forgery): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19
Disguise: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25
Bluff: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30
Linguistics to make a forged letter of intent for an imminent federal health inspection and a union card (hopefully the person inside doesn't even have the skill trained!). Disguise via the disguise self spell for the guard's outfit and a different face (hopefully there isn't cause to really see if he is a guard). Bluff to begin the lying.

As soon as the man moves from his post, Bocke motions to the Professor to groove, groove, groove; and he moves into position to either help someone through the window or jump through himself.

Bocke sees the humanoid shape inside stand as "Sergeant Addington" knocks on the door, then move out of sight. A few moments later, the front door opens.

"I must say, Constable, you're certainly an early riser," a half-orc answers Vosk. "Don't recognize you either. Must be new on the force. That why they're giving you the overnight shifts?" He chuckles to himself before continuing, "But what can I do for you, officer?"

What do you do?

Gorrig hides carefully around the corner, ready to spring into action if necessary.

Stealth: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Sheesh.

Impressive. I must remember to praise Mr. Lazav for this performance. It appears to be quite effective. Assured that the guard is occupied, Professor Masaendri cautiously, quietly eases into her Dimensional Slide, disappearing from her spot outside the window, and reappearing just inside it. As quietly as possible, she unlatches the window and raises it so her colleagues can join her. How foolish of me. I should have done a Quick Study to switch out my spells. Color Spray would be far more useful than Grease in this situation.

Stealth: 1d20 ⇒ 2

Unfortunately, her inner monologue is a bit too distracting, so she doesn't realize until too late that the window is not opening quietly. Not remotely.

GM's call on how far the Professor gets into the "unlock and raise the window" operation.

Vosk points at his badge. "Last time I checked, tha rank uh 'Sergeant' meant I'd bin on tha force fer more than ah day. New in town though, from Oppara. I do buhlieve, howevah, thah an Uncle Verny funds both of ouwah holiday funds, yeah?" he says, giving the man a knowing look. "I've ah... development... thah I was told tah pass on tah yah," he explains, slowly pulling out a folded piece of parchment closed with a wax seal. He leans in close enough for the Half-Orc to be able to smell his breath, a current of jelly-filled donuts... "Somethin' tah be handled on tha down an' low. Are yah tha man fer tha job?"
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The half-orc wrinkles his nose as "Addington" leans closer. "Yes, the earl pays me," he says slowly. "Specifically, he pays me to guard this building." He squints, looking the wizard up and down. "But, uh, I might know a fellow with the, uh, skills you're looking for. Shall I show you to the back room to wait for-"

A harsh SSSSCCCRRREEEEAAAAACCHHH interrupts the pair as the Professor pulls a bit too strongly against the window frame. The guard hand instinctively reaches for his belt as the half-orc starts to turn towards the sound.

Creating a Diversion to Hide: You can use Bluff to allow you to use Stealth. A successful Bluff check can give you the momentary diversion you need to attempt a Stealth check while people are aware of you.

Based on that, Vosk could make a Bluff check to create a diversion, which would allow Molvil to make another Stealth check. I'm also always open to creative ideas - just remember that consequences are a thing here.

What do you do?

"Wait jus' ah tick," Vosk says as he gently puts a hand on the guard's shoulder. He smiles darkly. "Keep quieh like, we'll do this un tahgethah," he suggests, pulling out a whip. Sure as hell going to whip the damn hide off of whoever made THAT racket! Bet it was that bird-eating Bocke...

Sounded loike it was comin' from tha back. Round outside er through tha 'ouse?" he asks.
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Stealth: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

Bocke will hold still next to the open window, to hope nobody sees him if they look outside. I wonder who made all that noise. I bet it was that Kouign-Amann-eating Vosk!

Hearing both the failed stealth at the window AND the story at the front door unraveling, Theld can only shake his head slowly. "Bad."

Professor Masaendri freezes in consternation and fear. Her mind swiftly ticks through her alternatives, settling on the only wise course of action. Leaving the window partially open, she uses her Dimensional Slide ability once again to exit right back out to the other side of the window, then cautiously treads around the corner of the building so the guard cannot easily spot her. With luck, the guard will assume the perpetrator is in the room, hiding in the shadows.

Stealth: 1d20 ⇒ 13

The plan is now to jump whoever has tried to open the window together, with every intention of casting Sleep on the Half-Orc at the first opportunity. This part wasn't a lie, so lmk when you want a roll!

Hon, the sound very clearly came from the interior of the building on the front side (red window). Also something to keep in mind is that sleep takes a full round to cast, and spellcasting is a rather obvious act (barring a specific feat).

The guard turns toward the window and spots the professor with her hands still on the frame. "Intruder!" he bellows, his hand grabbing a whistle at his belt even as Molvil slides out of the building.

@Molvil, I'm counting that slide as your action this round since there wasn't a diversion to help you hide.

Bacon and Eggs
Round 1! Bold may act!
Droo
Vinegar
Molvil
Vosk
Red
Bocke
Gorrig
Theld

Environmental Effects:
- Dim light everywhere

What do you do?

Droo is first!

"I knew we should have just broken the window from across the street with my slingshot. Try to pretend you are being mauled by a wolf." hisses Droo at the Professor.

"HEY BOSS! I GOT ONE! VINEGAR, ATTACK!"

bluff: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

"WOOF!"

Bite v Prof (CHARGE! v flat-footed, nonlethal): 1d20 + 4 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 4 - 4 + 2 = 6 nonlethal damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 Trip (v flat-footed) ?: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

I’m not aware of a “play attack” trick - can I get a Handle Animal check from Droo?

handle animal: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28

"Whah are yah doin'?" Vosk asks, looking at the whistle in disbelief. "Jus' tha two of us, we can take 'em!" Stepping back, he waits for the guard to take his next move before acting.
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handle animal: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28

Aww yeah!

As the Professor rounds the building, she is accosted by an over-eager puppy that tries to playfully nip her, but only ends up slobbering on her leg. Vosk, meanwhile, watches in horror as the guard raises the whistle to his lips. Thinking quickly, the wizard grabs a handful of sand from his beltpouch and blows it in a cone of violently-clashing colors...

Red Will vs DC 15: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

...but as the spray clears, a piercing tone fills the air. "Hey there, 'friend'," the half-orc says through the metal whistle. "That wasn't very friendly of you, now was it?" He grabs a sap from his belt and follows Vosk out onto the porch. "How many 'friends' you got here anyway?"

Bacon and Eggs
Round 1, 2! Bold may act!
Bocke
Gorrig
Theld
Droo
Vinegar
Molvil
Vosk
Red

Environmental Effects:
- Dim light everywhere

What do you do?

Bocke is going to delay until people exhaust nonlethal options.

Vosk sighs. The show must go on! "I don' want anyone buh us tah take 'em, an' then yah go an blow ah whistle!" he complains, hoping his allies pick up on the emphasis in his words (just in case the sound wasn't enough). With a flick of his wrist, a wand appears in his hand. Throwing the guard a disappointed look, he taps his leg and disappears.

Free to do as he pleases, the large man takes hold of an equally invisible dance partner, closes his eyes, and spirits himself away to a silent three meter symphony.
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Just a reminder that wands don't provoke :) Swift action for spring-loaded wrist sheath, standard to use wand of vanish, move 30ft. Bummer he made the save :( tie him up and take keys? Whistle doesn't bode well...

Gorrig sprints up to the half-orc, hoping to knock him out quickly so they have time to regain control of the situation before anyone else arrives.

Unarmed strike (nonlethal): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Are you kidding me... my rolls this game, I swear.

"SOMEONE GET THE OTHER ONE!" cries Droo pointing at Gorrig.

"What in all the hells?!" The Professor is taken quite off guard by the playful puppy attack (despite Droo's warning), but regains her composure quickly enough to shoo Vinegar away from her. "Down! Pestiferous canine--go lick the obstreperous one and leave me be!" Of all the ridiculous--NO! I refuse to play that stupid game.

Huffing in irritation at the host of failures this group has executed (herself included), she casts Mage Armor on herself and moves closer to the guard. Perhaps the sight of an old woman will give him pause. If not, he is obviously of questionable moral character. ...My, what an interesting set of experiences this mission has been thus far. At least I am not bored. Her musings turn sardonic, and would continue in that mode but for the imperative nature of their current engagement. Instead, she forces her mind back to focus on the task at hand.

Bocke draws his bow and fires an arrow.

Longbow (PBS, PS): 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 5 + 1 = 26
piercing (PBS): 1d8 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 + 1 = 6

Confirm: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 5 + 1 = 20

Rolling low on damage is as nonlethal as archers get.

"WOOF!" barks Vinegar.

"HEY! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE SHOOTING AT BUDDY!?!" cries Droo.

...but as the spray clears, a piercing tone fills the air. "Hey there, 'friend'," the half-orc says through the metal whistle.

"And you! You're like the worst bard ever! Is that thing even in tune? Stop playin' your face organ and help!"

Miss chance, 1 = Miss: 1d5 ⇒ 2
Crit damage: 2d8 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (5, 2) + 2 + 2 = 11

Bocke's arrow whizzes past Gorrig's ear and sinks deep into the guard's neck. Blood sprays the monk, but the other half-orc remains on his feet.

Botting Theld

Theld pries himself from his station next to the building, a purple-and-grey cloak of nothingness pulsing from him to cover the moon-soaked grounds. It twists away from the Pathfinders, but doesn't spare the guard...

Entropy: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 3) = 8
Red Will vs DC 16: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

...and he falls to the ground in an unmoving heap. The whistle falls loosely from his lips onto the dirty wood of the porch, coated with dark blood.

Out of Initiative!

As suddenly as the night erupted into violence and loud noises, everything falls quiet once more.

What do you do?

Bocke stabilizes the guard.

Heal: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

"There's a lot of blood. I think I hit an artery. Can someone help me?"

I was hanging back and waiting to see if the guard went down, planning to attack with a blade, but this works just fine.

Theld walks up and observes Bock's efforts to save the guard. He then looks at the now wilted and dying shrubs which were unable to withstand the entropic onslaught. He allows himself a small smile of satisfaction. After a moment, the soldier steps over the pair without concern and into the building.

Vosk's invisibility fades and he rounds the corner. Whatever color his face harbored quickly heads out to sea. "INSIDE!" he orders, scooping up the whistle and tossing it into the house.

"Anyone with water, wash the blood off the porch before it sets. I bet it will only be moments before others come after that whistle blast. Gorrig, tie the Half-Orc up, if he stirs, show him your boot. Everyone else try and get into that backroom," he continues, pulling a new wand from his bag. Once the guard is sufficiently subdued, he taps it to the wound and it slowly begins to close.
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Infernal Healing on the guard. Vosk has nothing for blood removal.

{Picks up whistle}

With catlike reflexes, Vosk grabs a newspaper off of the nearest table and rolls it up. Swatting at Droo's face, he tries to take the whistle from her. "No! Bad! Bad Droo, bad! Droooop it!" He points at the floor with authority and looks seriously at the Gnome. We'd be so f~$#ed if it wasn't for me.