Female Nimble Arctic Elf Scholar Sorcerer 3 | AC 17 | HP 24/24 | F +5, R +7, W +8 | Perc +6 | Spd 35'
spells:
Cantrips: Chill Touch, Daze, Det Magic, Light, Tele Proj | Focus: Tent Limbs | L1: 2/4 C. Spray, Grim Tendrils, Ray of Enf, Spider St | L2: 3/3 Disp Magic, Invis, Tch of Idiocy | Spell Atk +9, DC 19
Nali looks up at the towering Centaur, and his little companions. She raises her hand to him. "Now hold on just a minute. We are the defenders of this cargo, and we have come this far, thusly proving our strength. You then threaten us as well? That is not very diplomatic of you. This cargo has been entrusted to us by the pathfinder society! They are expecting our arrival, and if we are delayed by any means they will come looking for us - which includes looking for you. I would highly recommend you re-think your actions, and let us discuss exactly what it is you seek here."
diplomacy:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
At least that is what she thought she said in her head. But instead she blurts out "I know you are a centaur, but by the look of your face I think the halves got switched."
Nali's words didn't seem to impress the centaur much, and Thellira's pent up rage finally broke free of the bonds she kept it wrapped in. As she flicked her meteor hammer into motion, combat began.
THellira has already posted her actions for this round
Thellira and Rolo engaged the young reefclaws, with Thellira's meteor hammer completely crushing the crustacean. Ava sang to support. Dahros leaped off the wagon and struggled to get to the centaur. The muddy ground sucked at his boot and he was unable to move at full speed.
Rolo's reefclaw foe lashed out with both large pincers, grabbing both of Rolo's legs in painful grips and wrenching them sideways.
the entire map is difficult terrain because of the sucking mud
Round 1, continued:
Rolo takes 2 hits and a constrict for a total of 8 damage, is grabbed, and must make a DC 15 Fort save vs poison.
(d'log and nali are up)
R1: dahros, ava, rolo, thellira, reefclaw, d'log, nali, centaur
current status:
ava 18/18
d'log 26/26
dahros 32/32
nali 18/18
rolo 26/34 (grabbed,poison?)
thellira 24/24
Rolo smashes the lobster monster on the pincer with his flail while fighting to break free from it's grasp. With a snarl his face contorts in pain at the damage to his legs. "Nasty little bastards, you are. I bet you'll make a lovely dinner!"
d'Log took the goblin road to nowehere, hiding in the bushes at the side of the road. Nali triedf to sling a rock at the remaining reefclaw, but missed in the rain.
The centaur cast up his hands, and from the torn wagon covering, the carved ebony box rose into the air. It hovered about ten feet off the wagon and sprang open. The box fell to the muddy ground while a green-gray scale spun slowly in the air. It began to spin faster and faster, and the wind picked up, forming a whirlwind centered on the wagon. The wind makes ranged attacks nigh impossible, and even to move is difficult.
Dahros can make an AOO on the centaur
Rolo struggled against the reefclaw holding his legs, finally breaking himself free. He smashed at it with his flail, and crushed the creature's back. With its dying spasm, the reefclaw lashed out at Rolo's legs once more, but the paladin just barely avoided the blow.
With the whirlwind going, you must make a DC14 Athletics check to move half speed. A critical success lets you move full speed.
Round 1, start:
Rolo takes 2 poison damage and may try another Fort save on his turn to escape the poison's effects.
Female Dwarf Barbarian 5 | HP 85/85 | AC 22 | F+12 R+9 W+10 | Percep +10 | Athl +9 | Int +12* | Sail/Scout/Soc +7 | Acro +9 | Surv +8 | Acid Burst DC 21
Thellira looks at the scale floating in the air but can't figure out how to retrieve it. She decides to rush the centaur and help Dahros but can't seem to get a footing on the muddy ground. She persists and gets one quick burst of speed before hitting another headwind and doing nothing more than run in place.
{A, A, A} "Move"
HP 24/24 Temp HP 3/3 AC 16 Rage 3/10 remaining
Rolo bursts forward from a near-sprinter stance, taking huge strides through the mud to get to Dahros's aid.
Diplo:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Dropping his flail as he runs, he shouts to the centaur. "Don't do this! We don't need it to end this way!"
Clearly not making any impact on him, he draws his longsword with resignation. He braces himself against the wind, failing to continue making progress in the mud.
Female Nimble Arctic Elf Scholar Sorcerer 3 | AC 17 | HP 24/24 | F +5, R +7, W +8 | Perc +6 | Spd 35'
spells:
Cantrips: Chill Touch, Daze, Det Magic, Light, Tele Proj | Focus: Tent Limbs | L1: 2/4 C. Spray, Grim Tendrils, Ray of Enf, Spider St | L2: 3/3 Disp Magic, Invis, Tch of Idiocy | Spell Atk +9, DC 19
Nali's eyes grow wide as the shell begins to cause a whirlwind nightmare for the party. "Well this is just fantastic. Now look what you did!" she shouts to the centaur.
She reloads her arms, and attempts to get closer to the centaur, to assist her team.
d'Log sneaks up to 6 limbed horseman. Mr. Horse, do you piss from your front legs or your back legs. Come to think of it, if you have two separate body segments and 6 limbs you should really be an insect.
Dahros' hammer pulverized the centaur, leaving him crumpled and bleeding, but still standing. The others staggered towards the fighting duo, struggling to move against the wind. The cantaur lashed out at Talc with is staff, striking the man once. Above, a burst of lightning licked out, catching Thellira and arcing to lick Thellira as well.
Round 3:
Dahros takes a hit for 4 damage
Ava takes 6 electric damage, DC16 basic Reflex
Thellira takes 6 electric damage, DC16 basic Reflex
Male Human Champion 3 | HP: 35/47 | AC:20 | F:+10 R:+6 W:+7 | Per: +5 (+7 Init) | Spd: 25 ft
Athletics:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28 Athletics:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12 Athletics:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22
Rolo struggles but makes his way up into the fray. He gives a resigned look to the centaur. "This is your last chance. Yield or die." His words can barely be heard above the storm to those further away.
Female Dwarf Barbarian 5 | HP 85/85 | AC 22 | F+12 R+9 W+10 | Percep +10 | Athl +9 | Int +12* | Sail/Scout/Soc +7 | Acro +9 | Surv +8 | Acid Burst DC 21
Reflex:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
{A} "Move", {A} Fall down, {A} Stand up
HP 21/24 Temp HP 0/3 AC 16 Rage 2/10 remaining
Thellira yelps when the electricity courses through her. She stands there frozen for a moment, leg twitching as if she wants to walk but can't. She falls to the ground and after what seems like forever later, stand back up again.
d'Log plants both his feet on the tree and pushes off in the direction of the centaur. On his decent he wraps his tail around one of the centaurs forelimbs and pulls. Then he trys to stab.
The centaur collapsed as Nali's wibbly wobbly arms sapped some of the strength from his legs, and Ava's magical missiles smashed into his chest. With his last breath he whispered, "The scale is...", and then he died.
Without his will guiding the scale, it stopped spinning and slowly settled back down into the wagon. The whirlwind around you abated, and the rain slackened off a bit. As the weather returned to a semblance of normal, you looked on the centaur with varying feelings. Some might feel saddened at the need to kill him, others righteous at his death.
Packing up and continuing on, you manage the coast road with no further troubles. Back at the Grand Lodge, Zarta welcomed you back and listened to your report. With her was a wizard from the Grand Archive, who lifted the scale from the cart with a telekinesis spell and headed off to the vaults with it.
Zarta said "Thank you so much for all your hard effort. I understand that you might need a few days to warm up and dry off from your trip, but the effort is appreciated. We will study the scale under proper isolation conditions to fully understand its effects." Looking at Dahros and Rolo, she said in an aside, "Can you imagine if Eando and his Vigilant Seal people had gotten ahold of this? It would probably have been smashed to pieces or tossed back into the sea. Hah!"
She rummaged through the back of the wagon and pulled forth a mass of wet parchment and paper that had once been detailed notes and charts from the earlier expedition. "Well. at least you got the relic back in good condition. We should have sent you with a waterproofing spell or two."
Female Nimble Arctic Elf Scholar Sorcerer 3 | AC 17 | HP 24/24 | F +5, R +7, W +8 | Perc +6 | Spd 35'
spells:
Cantrips: Chill Touch, Daze, Det Magic, Light, Tele Proj | Focus: Tent Limbs | L1: 2/4 C. Spray, Grim Tendrils, Ray of Enf, Spider St | L2: 3/3 Disp Magic, Invis, Tch of Idiocy | Spell Atk +9, DC 19
Nali waves her arms in the air and cheers with the team.
"Great job everyone! Zarta, can you please send message to me once you learn more about that scale. I'd like to fully understand the power hidden within it."
Dahros snatches up Ava and begins walking her out of the room while Nali is talking, ignoring her completely "Oh yeah. Did you see how I handled that centaur?!" he boasts, disappearing around the corner with her in his arms.
