Season 4: Blue Moose Edition (Inactive)

Game Master Blue Moose

Nylthe cracks her whip fearsomely as she closes with Aconite's prey. "Lebraerio, if you advance you'll pen him into the bomb's blast!" Heart marks the potential spot

Dazzling Display: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (9) + 11 = 20

Can someone move me on the map as Nylthe instruct?

Lebraerio follows the half elf suggestion and strikes at their foe

attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
Dmg: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Lebraerio's sword slips in under the armor of the conscript they're fighting, and cuts a gouge in his flash. He steps around Lebraerio, looks at Aconite, and then bolts down the tunnel the way he came, leaping into the air to fly down the lava tube.(Withdraw action, Lebraerio gets a AoO, if he wants it.)

Round 4
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Ilathor(Mage Armor, Shield)
Juis(-6)
Aconite(Mage Armor,Shield, Bull's Strength)(-3)
Wilen(Shield,Mutagen)
Red(-13)?
Lebraerio(-20,-2 Dex)
Nylthe
Green(-27, fleeing)

Juis cast Detect Magic and tries to locate the invisible foe.

Perception (Detect Magic): 1d20 ⇒ 18

Juis's attempt to find the other enemy works, though not in the way he'd like. As he begins to cast, he barely avoids the greatclub that ends up scraping down his armor. The man, reappearing as the greatclub hits the ground, curses as he pulls the club back up.

Round 4
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Ilathor(Mage Armor, Shield)
Juis(-6)
Aconite(Mage Armor,Shield, Bull's Strength)(-3)
Wilen(Shield,Mutagen)
Red(-13,shaken)
Lebraerio(-20,-2 Dex)
Nylthe
Green(-27, fleeing)

"We can't risk them getting away!" Ilathor calls after the fleeing foe. Having committed a different spell to memory, he fires a line of acid from an imaginary bow at the runner.
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Cast Defensively, DC 19: 1d20 + 5 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 5 + 7 = 24
Acid Arrow (Touch) vs Green (Cover): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 162d4 ⇒ (1, 4) = 5
Lol just realized I cast True Strike two rounds ago and then promptly did something else! Bummer XD If that Acid Arrow hits, it'll do another 2d4 next round.

The flash grenade goes off with no-one in it's blast. Wilen frowns.

Well, it least it forced them to scatter.

The halfing backs up from his nearby intruder, draws his crossbow and loads it.

[5' step] E
[move] draw crossbow
[move] reload crossbow

AoO: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Dmg: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Leb tries to cut down-litterally!- the man's escape

Huh, guess Aconite went chasing after a goblin...
Let's try this post again

Aconite streaks after his prey, unwilling to let him escape! and with 50' of movement, I don't think I'll have to...

Bite: 1d20 + 5 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 5 - 1 + 2 = 21
Damage: 1d6 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 + 2 + 2 = 12

@Aconite:I was being literal when I said 'leaping into the air to fly down the lava tube'. He's in the air and 110 feet down the tunnel. If you wish to redirect, fell free.

Ilathor's spell connects with the fleeing opponent as Wilen backs up. The remaining enemy takes a step closer to the scholar, before swinging at him. The blow comes uncomfortably close before the wards of force that Ilathor put up deflect the greatclub away.

Round 4
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Ilathor(Mage Armor, Shield)
Juis(-6)
Aconite(Mage Armor,Shield, Bull's Strength)(-3)
Wilen(Shield,Mutagen)
Red(-8)
Lebraerio(-20,-2 Dex)
Nylthe
Green(-32, fleeing)

He'll just chomp the other dude then.

Nylthe scowls at the fleeing soldier, and does her best makes some sort of attempt to tangle up the other one so he can't follow suit!

Trip?: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 5 + 2 = 9 Eep. Drop the whip if I missed CMD by 10

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
dmg: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Lebraerio tries to capitalize on his opponent's move, and find an opportunity to strike. But the short sword's blade doesn't seem to do much damage

The fleeing opponent just keeps going, the fight obviously out of him.Not longer a concern.

While Lebraerio and Aconite both connect for damage, Nylthe's attempt to trip up the remaining enemy only for the whip to get pulled from her hand.

Round 5
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Ilathor(Mage Armor, Shield)
Juis(-6)
Aconite(Mage Armor,Shield, Bull's Strength)(-3)
Wilen(Shield,Mutagen)
Red(-23)
Lebraerio(-20,-2 Dex)
Nylthe
Green(-32, gone)

Aconite piles into the remaining assailant in a ball of shadow & fury!

+Flank?
Bite: 1d20 + 5 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 5 - 1 + 2 = 20
Damage: 1d6 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 + 2 + 2 = 10
Claw: 1d20 + 6 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 6 - 1 + 2 = 16
Damage: 1d4 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 2 + 2 = 8
Claw: 1d20 + 6 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 6 - 1 + 2 = 25
Damage: 1d4 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 + 2 + 2 = 7
Gore: 1d20 + 5 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 5 - 1 + 2 = 15
Damage: 1d6 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 2 + 2 = 8

Juis moves to confront the remaining enemy and swings his mace at the troublesome enemy.

MW Cold Iron Heavy Mace: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Gah, too crowded! The halfling complains as he retreats to the opposite passage wall and circles around the group so that he doesn't have to stand on his toes to see around them.

[move] 20'
[standard] attack
light crossbow, P damage (point blank): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 291d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
confirm?, crit P damage (point blank): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 271d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

After his ally fled, the last enemy doesn't even have a chance to react. REeling from Aconite's mauling, he doesn't notice the bolt until it sinks deep into his chest. He collapses, though the bolt does slowly begin to worm it's way out.

Technically round5-6
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Ilathor(Mage Armor, Shield)
Juis(-6)
Aconite(Mage Armor,Shield, Bull's Strength)(-3)
Wilen(Shield,Mutagen)
Red(-51,'dying')
Lebraerio(-20,-2 Dex)
Nylthe

For the most part, the fight's over. What do you all do next?

Juis heals some of Lebraerio's wounds.

Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Wilen steps over to Lebraerio and hands him a particularly potent healing extract.

Here, let us patch up quickly. We don't know when more might arrive.

Cure Moderate Wounds: 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (8, 8) + 4 = 20

Given that, Juis, you want to retcon the CLW to yourself.

Yeah. I can do that.

Thanks, Wilen, much appreciated. Let's hope there won't be more assaults now..

Ilathor looks to the others and waits. Four one thousand, five one thousand, six- Looks like it is me... The Elf, struggling to bring the club to his shoulder, brings it back down on their foe's head. "Grisly work..." he mutters before lighting a torch and scorching as many wounds as he can.

"I'm not certain, but I have a feeling in my gut that these were a sort of Oni... I pray fire or acid is enough to stop their continual healing if it is true. If not, well, I'm sure Pharasma will judge me accordingly. Shall we continue? I doubt the need for our assistance has abated."

Wilen nods. Good thinking. I prefer this one doesn't get up later to follow us. Yes, onward.

Ilathor's plans look like they were wise, as his hypothesis seems to be correct. Upon preventing the 'conscript's' natural healing, the body reverts to a golden skinned fiend, with claws, horns and a monsterous features. The scholarly among the group recognize this as a Kuwa Oni, which explains most of the magic that they used during the fight. As a brief bit of first aid is administered, no further opponents come down the tunnel. Without the interference, the party can continue down the tunnel.
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Wilen's and Ilathor's Shield spells go down on this final period, though everything else stays up.
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Coming down the tunnel, you first hear one man talking, almost monologueing. "...And now I am quite glad to break another one of your vaunted attempts to bring you and your foolish old men back into the present. Hopefully, this time they'll learn that what they're supposed to do is rust into obscurity and fade away like the relics they are," echoes down the passage, in a half-mocking, half-gloating tone.

As you round the last turn, it runs into a sand-floored cave of igneous rock narrows to the north, offering access to a lava tube passage. Natural stone columns support a ceiling fifteen feet above, and the uneven walls irregularly bulge outward, creating small alcoves. To the south the cave rises in elevation, and the smell of seawater and a fresh breeze suggests the outside is close by.

Standing near the center of the room, stands the man that Ilathor's little spy spotted as the leader of this expedition. Clad in a fine red lacquered O-yoroi, the man is looking down over the barely breathing body of Master Iko, standing much larger then a human normally does. With a quick glance, you can spot Amara, as well as her two servants in a similar state, with shallow cuts with something untold over them. In spite of their condition, the room also has quite a few other bodies in it, as it looks like many of the conscripts met their end on Master Iko's blades before he fall. One burst of motion brings to your attention on of the black clad figures that you fought in the house scampering behind one of the pillars in the room.

The leader arrogantly turns to face the group. " So, this is your last gambit? A haggard group of scholars?" He sneers, as he looks you all over. "You are a greater fool then I thought, Iko Tsuneo." At which point, he drops into a ready stance.

Round 1
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Wilen(Mutagen)
Shimazi
Ilathor(Mage Armor)
Aconite(Mage Armor,Shield, Bull's Strength)(-3)
Lebraerio(-2 Dex)
Juis(-6)
Red
Nylthe

Scholars... with crossbows.

Wilen steps out of the shadow, loads and fires.

[5' step] SE
[move] reload crossbow
[standard] attack RED

light crossbow, P damage: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 111d6 ⇒ 6

"And bad aim too, apparently," he says as Wilen's crossbow plinks harmlessly off of his armor. He chants a brief prayer before moving forward, dragging his right leg some as he moves forward.

Round 1
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Wilen(Mutagen)
Shimazi
Ilathor(Mage Armor)
Aconite(Mage Armor,Shield, Bull's Strength)(-3)
Lebraerio(-2 Dex)
Juis(-6)
Red
Nylthe

Spellcraft DC16: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14

Juis begins giving a prayer and boost his companions with divine assistance to their attacks.

Cast Bless (+1 Attack;+1 vs Fear for 40 rounds)for entire party.

spellcraft, Free Inspi: 1d20 + 7 + 1d6 ⇒ (17) + 7 + (3) = 27

Divine favor spell, boosting his martial ability and the impact of his weapon, so don't go too close

Lebraerio drinks a concoction, and as soon as the man is in range the investigator spits some viscous liquid, targeting the foe's legs

Adesive spittle, DC 14 reflex save, range 15 feet, duration nbr of rounds: 2d4 ⇒ (2, 1) = 3

"You don't have to tell me a second time!" Ilathor chuckles before smacking his staff against the ground. From the back row, a series of force missiles hurtle into Shimazi.
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Magic Missle (Staff, CL8) vs Shimazi: 4d4 + 4 ⇒ (4, 1, 4, 1) + 4 = 14

Aconite trusts to his shadows and his partner's spells to keep him safe as he circles the towering warrior, chomping down hard to try to tear through his armor!

Vs. the AoO
Concealment: 1d100 ⇒ 12

Power Attack, Bull's Strength, Bless
Bite: 1d20 + 5 - 1 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 5 - 1 + 2 + 1 = 15
B/P/S: 1d6 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 2 + 2 = 8

While Shimazi does take a shot at Aconite, the shadows protect him from the katana. However, the large man's armor defends well against the hound's fangs just as well. As the 'samurai' is dealing with that threat, he misses catching the sticky mess that Lebraerio spits over him, sticking him to the ground. Then Ilathor's staff peppers the man with force missiles, making the man all the more angry.

Meanwhile, the other combatant throws a bomb at Aconite, up it falls short, shattering near the Shadow Hound and coating the area with frost... which Aconite just shakes out of his fur with no real effect.

Round 1
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Wilen(Mutagen)
Shimazi(-14,Entangled,Rooted)
Ilathor(Mage Armor)
Aconite(Mage Armor,Shield, Bull's Strength)(-3)
Lebraerio(-2 Dex)
Juis(-6)
Red
Nylthe

Round 1
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Wilen
Shimazi
Ilathor
Aconite
Lebraerio
Juis
Red
Nylthe

Wilen frowns at the crossbow and shakes it like something is wrong with it.

I said, scholars, with crossbows!

[5' step] SW
[move] reload crossbow
[standard] attack RED

light crossbow, P damage (point-blank): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 281d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
confirm?, critical P damage: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 151d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Nylthe strides forward, cold, unflinching judgment in her eyes, and seeks to hurl her foe to the ground!

Demoralize (Smaller): 1d20 + 11 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 11 - 4 = 18 Using Omen trait to do this as a swift
Trip: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 5 + 1 = 22

Shimazi snarls as he's pulled off his feet and takes an arrow to the side. He pulls himself back up onto his feet and takes a very wild swing at Aconite, but misses horribly.

Round 2
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Wilen(Mutagen)
Shimazi(-18,Entangled,Rooted,Shaken)
Ilathor(Mage Armor)
Aconite(Mage Armor,Shield, Bull's Strength)(-3)(AoO if he wishes)
Lebraerio(-2 Dex)
Juis(-6)
Red
Nylthe

Juis moves up to flank the samurai with Aconite and swings his heavy mace.

MW Cold Iron Heavy Mace vs Shimazi (+Bless, +Flank): 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 5 + 1 + 2 = 12
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

"That's the spirit Wilen! Angry scholars are a force to be reckoned with!" Ilathor says, sending another salvo at their foe. "You're outmatched!"
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Magic Missle (Staff, CL8) vs Shimazi: 4d4 + 4 ⇒ (1, 2, 1, 4) + 4 = 12

"That's the spirit Wilen! Angry scholars are a force to be reckoned with!" Ilathor says, sending another salvo at their foe. "You're outmatched!"

The second salvo of force missiles blasts into Shimazi, though he still remains standing. However, when Juis approaches, he drops the blade squarely onto his shoulder, driving Juis to the ground with a gaping wound in his shoulder. "Am I?" he responds, blade still dripping with blood.

Round 2
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Wilen(Mutagen)
Shimazi(-30,Entangled,Rooted,Shaken)
Ilathor(Mage Armor)
Aconite(Mage Armor,Shield, Bull's Strength)(-3)(AoO if he wishes)
Lebraerio(-2 Dex)
Juis(-29,dying)
Red
Nylthe

Keep him occupied while he's stuck to the ground, Aconite! Try to pin him with ranged attacks!

Lebraerio tries to drag Juis to safety so he can stop the bleeding

"Sure, keep him occupied..." Aconite mumbles through a full mouth.

AoO: 1d20 + 5 - 1 + 2 + 1 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 5 - 1 + 2 + 1 + 4 = 30
B/P/S: 1d6 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 + 2 + 2 = 7

Bite: 1d20 + 5 - 1 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 5 - 1 + 2 + 1 = 17
B/P/S: 1d6 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 + 2 + 2 = 10
Claw: 1d20 + 6 - 1 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 6 - 1 + 2 + 1 = 16
B/S: 1d4 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 + 2 + 2 = 10
Claw: 1d20 + 6 - 1 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 6 - 1 + 2 + 1 = 21
B/S: 1d4 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 2 + 2 = 8
Gore: 1d20 + 5 - 1 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 5 - 1 + 2 + 1 = 16
P: 1d6 + 2 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 + 2 + 2 = 12

Stabilization: 1d20 ⇒ 13

Well, A full mouth is very accurate, as Aconite tears the man into giblets, shrinking to a more normal human size as his magics fail. His back-up, seeing this with wide eyes, just bolts in the opposite direction, leaving the chamber (including the paralyzed venture-captain and entourage) to the party.

Out of combat

Round 3
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Wilen(Mutagen)
Ilathor(Mage Armor)
Aconite(Mage Armor,Shield, Bull's Strength)(-3)
Lebraerio(-2 Dex)
Juis(-30,dying)
Nylthe

Heal: 1d20 + 4 + 1d6 ⇒ (11) + 4 + (6) = 21

lebareio tends to Juis' wounds with ease and practise, stopping the blood flows and having a small joke at the man's expense

Got to get these Juis stop flowing...We'll soon get you back on your feet, my friend, don't worry!

Ilathor gives Wilen a nod. "Scholars always win!" he cheers.

Slowly walking over to their wounded Venture-Captain, he steps carefully over the corpse of Shimazi and the not-quite-a-corpse of Juis. He checks for signs of life and tries to administer some form of first-aid.
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Heal: 1d20 ⇒ 8

Ilathor gives Wilen a nod. "Scholars always win!" he cheers.

But that'sjust because we book the fight that way.

Lebraerio stops Juis's bleeding (Though not the pun damage) as Ilathor gets over to Captain Li. It seems that her condition isn't from physical damage, but from the poisonous nicks that she and (Upon quick study)her servants and Master Iko as well. Unfortunately, past realizing that, Ilathor can't do much more to assist them.

However, He doesn't need to.

Shortly after Ilathor ascertains how badly poisoned the venture-captain is, the sound of hoofs clopping on the stone immediately draws everyone's eyes further into the cave. Four scaled, stag-like creatures step out of the shadows, which the more scholarly of the group recognize as actual kirin.

It seems that our arrival is a little late, the words are more felt then heard, but it seems that we can still be of assistance. By your leave? The four majestic beasts spread out to assist the collapsed.

Yeah... that would be.... great.

Wilen says, as the strange new creatures set to work before he or any of his party can even answer.

Thanks, you did make it just in time. How are things upstairs and outside?

Ilathor shrugs. "Doesn't seem like we have a choice!" he claims. "It would be appreciated, nonetheless."

Well, we scattered the rabble that was outside, replies the lead kirin, After a couple tried to fight, most of the rest fled to the boats they had.

After a moment of spreading out, the kirin begin casting an arcane version of lesser restoration on the mostly paralyzed people. After a moment, the Venture-Captain and the emissary she came to meet slowly pull themselves back onto their feet. "I'm glad that the assistance that you thought to call was relatively swift," Amara says, still a little wobbly from the poison.

Looking to the corpse, Master Iko sighs audibly. "Shimazi... was a former student of mine, but I thought him dead after an incident years ago. Had I known about the amount of rancor the man had gathered over the years.... He looks up at the group of you all with a pained expression on his face. "I owe you all an apology for this. To have such an old grudge threaten the lives of such capable people, I can only express my deepest regrets for placing you all in so much danger."

"However,"he continues, turning his attention to the venture-captain, "you and yours are an honorable people that we should do our utmost to acquaint ourselves with. In my role as the Way of the Kirin's emissary, I would be honored to enter an alliance with the Pathfinder Society. After leaving here, I will send word to the other members of our new relationship." And with that, he slowly walks over to the kirin to thank his allies.

Venture-Captain Li has a beaming smile on her face as she gathers you all together. "Thank you all for your work today. With this, you help me fulfill my plans to fully extend the society into Tian Xia. While I have some pressing business still in Ramparassad, we can fully say that the Lantern Lodge in Goka will be there for the Society's expeditions into Tian Xia as our headquarters for this part of the world."

Scenario End

The Night March of Kalkamedes

Venture-Captain Sheila Heidmarch glances out a window as the last wisps of twilight fade over the Fenwall Mountains. Turning from the sight, she runs her hand along the rustic cabin’s wall and stands beside an occupied wooden bed before addressing you.

"This," the venture captain says, gesturing to the man thrashing around violently, straining against the bonds that lash him securely to the bed, is our colleague, Kalkamedes. Every night for several weeks now, he has fallen into a deep slumber and tried to sleepwalk right out of his cottage. If not restrained, he marches straight north, eventually falling off a cliff or into a bog as if trying to get himself killed in an attempt to reach an unknown goal." As though he were expressing disagreement, the man tied to the bed suddenly begins pumping his limbs even harder, the violent spasms threatening to smash the bed into splinters.

"There are those who have recently criticized the Pathfinders for our indifference to the plight of our fellow field agents. It’s time to show that’s not true. I want you to help Kalkamedes, whether he wants it or not. Several of our best spellcasters have attempted an extensive list of magical cures, but whatever sleepwalking curse or effect he’s under tenaciously resists our efforts. All we can do is keep him safe." Heidmarch pats him with a degree of professional affection, and Kalkamedes rewards her by trying to swat her with his head.

"Kalkamedes’s friends are at their wits’ end, so we are going to attempt the only thing that we have not tried: we’re going to let him go tonight. That’s where you come in. I want you to follow him and keep him safe and in one piece. Let him get to wherever his addled brain thinks he needs to go so badly. Maybe, just maybe, if he gets there, you can find a way to help him. Maybe you can determine who or what did this to him and find a way to undo it." Heidmarch pulls out a serrated knife. "Now before I cut him free, does anyone have any questions or last minute preparations?"

"We'll need to tie a rope around him as a lead. If he's going to injure himself we should be able to halt him at need."