GM Silbeg's 1-05 Trailblazer's Bounty (Inactive)

Game Master Silbeg

Ryk moves next to Nina and after she goes up he does the same

Athletics: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

no clue what bonuses if any the climbing kit provides, why do i keep rolling ones...

Nina feels the tug of the rope as Ror'Ryk begins to slip.

"Don't give up! she encourages. "You're a Hero! Stay on Point!"

Nina has a good point.

Ryk hears Nina's words of encouragement and redoubles his efforts to climb...

Athletics Hero Point: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

but something is amiss with the half elf as he still struggle somewhat.

Climbing is Athletics

From what I gather, it is Chuylin and his pet, Nina and Ror’Ryk, Junior and Yaegren?

A climbing kit won’t have an effect here over the tethering.

That's correct.

Chuylin makes good progress, which is almost ruined when his attack-kitty loses its footing. He is able to keep the two together, and they make it up.

Nina is easily able to navigate up the scree, but Ror'Ryk stumbles, tries to refocus, and then stumbles again. However, the sorcerer manages to keep the two from falling.

Unfortunately, both Yaegren and JR stumble, and the two cause am avalanche!
avalanche B damage!: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 4) = 7

Those at the top realize that now they could send ropes down to Yaegren and JR to help them with their second attempt.

If you have rope, they can get a +2 circumstance bonus to their Athletics. Note, this replaces the +1 for tethering

Status
Chulyin: 35/35 At top
Pet: 25/25 At top
JR: 9/16 At bottom
Nina: 20/20 At top
Ror’Ryk: 20/20 At top
Yaegren: 23/30 At Bottom

Avalanches: 1

"Oof!" Yaegren manages as he slams back down. "That's what I get for talking big. Want to patch yourself up before we go again, JR?"

Once the half-elf is ready, the dwarf takes point once more.

Athletics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

If they are within 60', Nina will use a Reached Heal to heal JR.

Ryk uses his rope to help the others and will even use his brawn to help them climb up if need be.

Chulyin turns at the sound of the avalanche. He looks to see who made it to the top with him and then keeps watch as the dust settles. Once the dwarf and the elf demonstrate signs of life, he lets out a sigh.

JR's head pops up out of a snow bank, looking around and groaning a bit "Eh, not the most fun I've had in the snow... I'll be alright, lemme heal us up before we make another go at it Yaegren."

JR motions precisely with his hands and speaks the Elven words of healing. A burst of mist flies out, centered on him, and bruises on the pair are reduced. Group Heal: 1d8 ⇒ 5

"Better than a hole in the head. Let's get up those ropes." He latches on to Ror'Ryk's line and tries to climb up safely.

Athletics, Rope: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

Nina, you are currently out of reach.

This time, the two easily make it up the path. There were still plenty of chances to stumble, but neither does.

Once you get to the top, you go across a wide valley and mountain pass, and then descend into the woods once more. Sitting up a head, is a very large and very fluffy dog, with a small barrel on a stout leather collar around his neck.

See slide #8

Nina will hold back, expecting Chulyin to speak to it in Dog.

"It looks like someone lives in these remote mountains," Chulyin comments. "See the barrel and collar on his neck? How did you get here, I wonder? Where is your master?"

He bends down on one knee in the snow and offers out a hand, palm up. "Are you friendly? Hmm?"

Wild Empathy (Make an Impression): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

Unfortunately, I didn't memorize speak with dog. Maybe I should if we keep encountering animals.

The jaguar flicks his right ear and whips his tail with a chuff. He walks in a circle behind Chulyin and then simply plops down in the snow.

Hmm. That might sound weird to Brits. Chuff is the puffing noise cats make through their nose. Not referencing their bottom sides.

"Woah, now THAT is a dog!" JR keeps his distance, hoping Chulyin can coax that massive walking liquor store to come over for some petting.

I had a St Bernard as a kid, and my boss has one now that I'm very friendly with. Great animal if you can get past the slobber and massive amounts of shedding hair.

The dog just sits there, looking at you all. He gives a friendly little ”Wuff!” and sticks his chest out a little more. When the jaguar moves around him, the dog’s head follows, obviously sniffing, but he doesn’t move.

Nina will walk up and pet him, and if he allows, she's going to look at the barrel and see if something is inside.

The dog lets Nina approach, and you can see the name “Bark” painted on the barrel. Bark let’s you examine it, and there is definitely some liquid in there. He cocks his head at Nina as she looks, and gives a very appreciative “chuff” when she lets him, especially is she scratches that particular spot behind the right ear. Of course, she gets slightly covered with slobber from that,but dog lovers know that is a risk.

JR catches his breath a bit then looks around in the snow for tracks "Surely Bark here isn't alone? Help me check for signs of his master..."

Perception or Survival +4

"Clearly is is not going to tear out our throats," Chulyin says.

Is there a way to open the barrel? Nina will sniff the liquid inside.

"Hey there doggie, where's your home?"

Nina looks around for signs of civilization.

Perception +4, Nature/Survival +6

With no particular feelings for or against dogs, Yaegren takes on an oddly neutral tone for one speaking to an animal. "Hello, buddy. Are your friends around here?" He leaves most of the talking and any actual questions to Chulyin.

Perception/Survival +6

”Wuff!” says the dog. He cocks his head as he is spoken to, and scratches at the color a bit.

"Well if a wild priest like Chulyin determines the dog is friendly then that is good enough for me. No sign of its master? If it has one?" Ryk says as he too approaches the dog and pets it once then looks around like the others.
"Strange being out here alone."

Perception +6, Survival +4 if it matters

Nina will try to remove the barrel and open it.

”Is your master in trouble?” he asks. ”Where is your master?”

That’s about all I’ve got.

The dog doesn't seem to want you to take off the barrel, but he certainly seems happy to allow you to all take a drink.

Once you have done so, and properly corked the barrel again, he gets up, turns, and walks back into the woods. After about 50', he stops, and looks back. "Wuff!"

Is it pickle brine?

Nina pours herself a nuff and realizes this is definitely not pickle brine. Instead, it appear to be a very nice pear schnapps

"Well no sense in standing out here in snow, let's follow that dog a bit and see if we can't find its master. They could be in trouble." JR follows Lassie Bark towards the woods.

"There is not a well around here that someone fell into is there?" Ryk wonders aloud, then follows the water bender.

Nina will follow as well.

Yaegren attempts to sample the drink when he hears it's not a trick or some simple water, then follows along.

Chulyin picks up his staff and nods to the jaguar before turning to follow the dog. "Looks as though he is interested in showing us something," he says.

Yeagren samples a very quite adequate schnaps. Not up to dwarven standards, but not bad.

The dog leads you through the woods to a little log cabin. A half-orc man is sitting on the porch smoking a pipe. Seeing the dog leading you in, he waves for you to come in. "Good day, travelers. I see you have met Wilbert. Name's Bark, and take care of these parts."

"Greetings, Bark," Chulyin says with a smile. "We did not expect to meet anyone this deep into the mountains. I am Chulyin. The others can introduce themselves. We are assigned the task of chart a safe route through these peaks."

"Nina Jaribu, of the Pathfinder Society," Nina introduces herself. She curtsies.

"How would you feel about travelers coming through the territory that you've so carefully tended? We are here to make friends, not enemies."

Ryk is still wary of the situation but does his introduction "I am Ror'Ryk, also a Pathfinder. Nice to meet you. Good dog you have. Very friendly. What flavor are you smoking?"

"Grow my own, and flavor it with my own pear schnaps." says Bark. "Good day Nina and Ror'Ryk of the Pathfinders.

"I have noticed more folks movin' around these parts, ones that haven't been here before. My friends," he says indicating a pair of ravens perched on the roof of the cottage, "tell me that you were kind to them when they got a mite bit uppity after their nests were ransacked. I appreciate you not just killin' them, like many folks wood.

"You see, animals, they have a way about them. They only get riled up for a cause, unlike we more intelligent folk. While I don't a problem with travelers coming 'round here, but some of the local orcs, they may have words."

"Is there an orc representative that we could talk to? We'd like to see if we can negotiate something up front so that there are no misunderstandings later."

"Hey Bark, I'm JR." He reaches a hand out in greeting. "Nice comfy home you've got here. I grew up down river in Saringallow." He continues to make chit chat, petting Wilbert and pouring himself a snuff of that schnapps to warm up a bit.

Diplomacy: Make an Impression: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

"Yes," he says in agreement with Nina. "If you know of a manner or place where we might meet the orcs in the area without appearing as an undue threat, it would be helpful. How long have you lived here?"

"Yaegren, of Clan Marblehold," the dwarf nods respectfully. "I'm sure my friends here can talk us to a good standing with the orcs. Were they the new arrivals, not doing right by the birds?"

"What do you know of the local orcs by the way? Any past issues with them?" Ryk asks the strange wild man.

"Yes, about that. Your journey up ahead might become more dangerous." replies Bark. "I've always had a good understanding with the orc tribes in these mountains. If there is one thing that Orcs understand, it is strength. They leave me alone, I leave them alone, and there is no mutually assured destruction.

"I kind of suspect either disease in one of the camps or a dispute between the local tribes."

He ponders the trade question for a moment, and says, "No, I am not opposed to a trade route going through here, especially if I can sell a bit of my schnapps and rent out some bunks. But, to be sure, if you want the caravans to be safe, you'll need to either make a pact with the orcs, or drive them off."

He gives you directions to one of the smaller scout camps in the area, and invites you to share his fire and stay the night.

"Your hospitality is most welcome."

Does anyone need to rest (to recoup spells, etc.)? If not, what say we just head out?

”is there a particular orc in the tribe you suggest we speak to, to solve these issues?” Ryk asks the man.