Gallery of Evil (Inactive)

Game Master Deaths Adorable Apprentice

"Ei bine, tablourile vii cu care ne -am ocupat nu trebuie să ne ascundem ca niște oameni normali. Fie este persoana responsabilă pentru toate acestea, proprietarul casei, fie altcineva care se ascunde pentru viața lor." Valtyra replies in Celestial, training her weapon on the indicated spot.

Să le cerem să se arate, sau să lovim cu nonlealitate în timp ce ei cred că nu-i vedem?

Ciapha only knows Valtyra, and has no idea what languages the rest are speaking.

Valtyra initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Martin initiative: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Telias initiative: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
Ciapha initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

servants: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
man: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11

room on the left

Stepping out from behind the curtains are two humans. They are identical and have slightly to wide smiles. Valtyra you can see these are identical to the paintings you fought in the entryway.

The Stairs

Telias you barely hear it, the sound of boots on the stone. Whoever it is is normally quite sneaky. Looking down you see a man in leather armor with a gleaming rapier in one hand and a tattered red cape. His hair is slicked back and beard comes to a well maintained point.

It takes him a moment to realize you spotted him. When he does he smiles at you, "You seem lost sir."

Noew inmage in the monsters. And You all won the imitative so I'll wait till tomorrow after work for them to act. Feel free to do whatever you want.

FYI, my initiative is +7, not that it makes a difference in this combat

Ciapha bulks up, before unleashing heavy blows, lethally, and the construct closest to her, her attacks being far more fluent when she does not have to squeeze.

Free action Urban Bloodrage +4 Dex I would aim to enlarge into the sqaures of Valtyra, as well as the 2 squares south of me, this way, most movements from the constructuts will provoke, she does have 20 foot reach.

Power attack, lethal: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (13) + 14 = 27
damage: 2d6 + 21 ⇒ (5, 3) + 21 = 29

Power attack, lethal: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21
damage: 2d6 + 21 ⇒ (1, 1) + 21 = 23

If you arent a constructs, and thats how you were born, well, I will put you out of your misery.

Readying while adjacent to Ciapha is probably quite potent

upstairs

One of the painted servant rushes towards Valtyra and Ciapha slices it in half, colorful streaks splash across the floor, the armoire, and the desk. The other rushes towards Martin, it is stabbed one and the blow is eaily blocked by the civil berserker.

slam: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

downstairs

Continuing up the stairs at a comfortable pace and completely at ease. "You have broken into my house in the middle of the night and," gesturing to the paint all over the entry room, "made quiet a mess."0

Lashing out with faster speed than one might assume with the speckling of grey hair. The blade slices across Telias's face, "My dog better be ok/"
attack: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (12) + 13 = 25
damage: 1d6 - 1 ⇒ (6) - 1 = 5

perception to hear if Telias is in trouble: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

Ciapa power attacks into the remaining servant, as soon as she is up.

Confused about initiative order

Slash: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (10) + 14 = 24
damage: 2d6 + 21 ⇒ (5, 2) + 21 = 28
slash: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20
damage: 2d6 + 21 ⇒ (3, 3) + 21 = 27

Taking the rapier slice with only a slight frown survival instincts kick in and telias ateps back away from the point uttering words to himself as he splits off into a number of shimmering afterimages.

Auto succeed concetration check.

5ft shift cast mirror image

1d4 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Without missing a beat the images look up at the older fellow smiling amiably.

But first is that the real Mr. Gauthfallow.

Know Local: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (15) + 20 = 35
Know Arcane: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (17) + 20 = 37

MOVE: activate +2 attack and damage on mr. Gauthfallow if i successfully identify.

"Mr. Gauthfallow! I was beginning to wonder if we weren't too late! Be careful! Some rude assassin has enchanted very mediocre and ill conceived artworks to serve as surrogate murderers for their own cowardly acts!"

Martin attacks the remaining enemy (another paint construct I assume).

attack 1: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (5) + 20 = 25
damage: 1d8 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

attack 2: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (15) + 15 = 30
damage: 1d8 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12

upstairs

The other living painting is quickly and neatly defeated. As the body hits the ground its clear that the spilling paint is not going to be easy to clean out of the rug. Much less the furniture. You all hear someone laughing outside of the room.

on the stairs

Raising an eyebrow and chuckling loudly, "I'll give you this, you are an amusing thief. So yYou broke into my house, made a mess of my entry way, and it looks like you fellow thieves are in one of my rooms. I'm sure there are assassins' and that is why there is paint everywhere."

Contact outside, voice inconsistent with Telias, Martyn, Val, you first? I am currently enlarged and not the most mobile.
Ciapha whispers as she interrupts cleaning her falchion from paint.

With a quick nod, Valtyra dashes out to the stairway, shifting her grip on her weapon to strike out past Telias, in an attempt to disarm the swordsman.

Disarm (+1 flaming, keen, Silversheen Glaive/Weapon Focus): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20

The images look shocked at the accusation, "Thieves? Heavens no! My agreement with the authorities requires I at least wait a century before removing artifacts for study. Then it's archaeology."

Stepping just to the side to keep himself drom becoming artistically splattered on the wall Telias keepa talking, "I simply find that politeness is a far third to lives and you, sir, are in quite a bit of danger with the paint golems and the paint people acting like actual people that have invaded your abode! If you could please set aside your weapon for but a moment qe can discuss this rationally."

Barely keeping ahold of the rapier and stepping closer to the banister. Glancing up at Valtyra but clearly listening to Telias. Chucking again at calling it "archeology".

Setting the rapier on his shoulder, "I am out numbered so I will be keeping my weapon but I am interested in talking peacefully. Expecially if it leads to me getting my house back."

perception: 1d20 + 16 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 16 + 2 = 34

Anything particularly off about him? Odd mouth movement, unnatural gestures, etc.?

"Excellent!", the images smile manically trying to ignore the wall of angry blades at his back and the pointed death at his front, "We can't tarry too long. What the cowardly murderer lacks in talent he makes up for in sheer brutality. Poor Beufort was ripped to pieces by a giant mass of unidentifiable flotsam! I can only imagine the shock of being torn slowly to pieces by something generously described as what someone believes passes for skilled brushwork. Not exactly the fate anyone deserves and one I would like to avoid for anyone else."

Sense motive, does he take the bait?: 1d20 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (10) - 1 + 2 = 11

Raising an eyebrow, "Interesting fixation you have. Shall I assume you are an artist?"

Leaning to the side to try to look into the room Ciapha and Martin are in, "So where are these murderous brushstrokes?

Greetings Mr. ? Ciapha, cleaining paint of her blade, says to the new arrival.

The servant constructs are pretty inferior enemies, the Barbarian on was pretty meaty though.

Sense motive on new guy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

@GM if that does not ping the new arrival as supsicious, and if noone signals to Ciapha to keep Bloodraging, she will end her Bloodrage.

Silently studying the man as Caipha draws his attention, Val notes every little detail that might indicate if they were dealing with the true resident of the mansion, or something else.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25

"Everywhere." the images said matter of factly, "One tried to slaughter everyone at a party, another slew a coleague of mine and aome innocents beside, a pair of nice ladies were attacked and the poor sob who delivered these things was attacked as qell. We come here making sure no other things had went into the other houses on the street and lo and behold we find things down stairs, upstairs, directly in front of me, and potentially more if this house is anything to go by. Tell me, what crime would possibly be so heinous as to engender such an extreme response? And who could you have done it to?:

The man stares at you and smiles, "That is a bold claim considering you broke into my house. And I would recommend not making baseless accusations."

Even with the friendly smile there is a slight twitch to his eyes and some frustration leaking into his voice.

"Baseless?" The images stated with the slightest accusatory tone. "Good sir your very life is at danger here and the assassin has thoroughly infiltrated your home with their paint golems. It's clear you're far from safe and I was worried terribly when you didn't answer your door. Perhaps its best for you to enter into the care of the guard or perhaps santuary with the Shelynites or the Abadarians if you can afford their rates. But unless we get the assassin soon I fear your life will remain at great peril! Trust me as one who's leaped out of many a 2nd story window carrying my underpants I can assure you if someone wants you dead enough with that kind of influence your best recourse is either the protection of a higher power or an excellent strategy of recompense! I care not for whatver crimes committed against you-sorry-that you may have committed against this mystery but I'd very much like not to see another soul lose their life over it. So any information you can give while we remain unmolested may be the fact that saves you from the bite of this headsmans axe.
"

incredibly hopeful sense motive roll: 1d20 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (1) + 2 - 1 = 2

slightly more hopeful perception: 1d20 + 16 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 16 + 2 = 33

Hmm, as a professional interplanetary mercenary, the level of enemies so far is considerably below what I faced in Alyushinyrra but above what I faced during some incidients in Galt.

Who or what causes this I can not attest based on current levels of knowledge, but the magical resources committed are considerable. I would tentatively exclude Hag covens from the list of feasible culplrits, on accounts of a lack of cackling as well as because Hags have a strong urge to be physically present when murdering, and also consider a demonic influence to be unlikely, as there have been insufficient mental attacks for that.

Ciapha speaks to back up Telias tale.

bluff or diplo? She seeks to manipulate the new guy into slipping, probably more bluff even though what she said was true: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (14) + 14 = 28

Chuckling at the mention of Telias's daring escape. But he seems irritated by the mention of being spared an execution. It's Ciapha chiming in that prevents his reply.

Turning to look towards the new voice. His sculpted eyebrows raise at mention of Galt and he laughs loudly, "Demons? Hags? This is rich!"

Waving his free hand dismissively, "Get out of my home and I won't spend the guards after you. I gave a mess to clean up and would like to move on from this malarkey. You have had your fun. Now go!"

Rich? Good Sir, are you impinging my mercenary credentials? Adding together acclaimed Hag kills, verified by organizations such as the Grey Gardeners of Galt, the Eagle knights of Andoran, the Pathfinder lodge or Alyushinyrras main Assassins guild, I am by now to be credited with 3 full Covens and one 1 extra Hag on top, which isnt the highest hag total by Mortals, currently alive, from Golarion, but I am in the top 10.

Ciapha glares at him. Clearly disliking his tone.

Kind of waiting for Telias to do something:), it should be good cover to distract him?

Martin listens intently to the interplay between this man and Telias, sensing Telias's distrust. He reamins silent for the moment.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (10) + 14 = 24

Sighing rather dramatically, "I'm sure you are accomplished an quiet capable, at least in situations differentthan breaking and entering in. I was referring to the absurdity of of your list of my would be murderers."

[ooc]Martin you can't read any lies from that man,[ooc]

"No need. The guard are already on their way. We were merely the vanguard. We'll return with them if it would assuage your concerns." The images shrug and take a step back looking as if he's about to leave. "But, there's one thing that's been bothering me." The images put a finger to their chin as if a revelation occurred to them.

"You are quite remarkable, and I would love to delve into the secrets that went into you under other circumstances. But I must know, where is the real Mr. Gauthfellow?"

Laughing loudly, "First of all I think I"m to old got you. And you are looking at him."

Sense Motives

Sense motive: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25

sense motive: 1d20 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (6) - 1 + 2 = 7

Telias frowns sadly and shakes his head, "You've been dripping paint this entire interaction when those of us who've quite literally been in the middle of it are already quite dry and sticky. Your movements are stiff and unnatural your hair moves against you, your smile is stuck q little too large. Mr. Gauthfellow is a wizard of some skill and hardly comfortable holding a blade, though I suspect he sees something of what he desires for himself in that regard. Interesting that he surrounds himself in idealizations to protect himself. But it's quite clear that you aren't him. Strange what do you call art that cannot separate itself from the artist in a near literal sense? Are you even capable of it? Or are you forever doomed by your creator to unk owingly and unwittingly defend him without any will of your own? Fascinating and tragic. Theres quite a simple way to prove t if youll indulge me for but a moment. And if im wrong ill simply leave."

Is he one of these Trompe L’oeil things? They are actually outlawed in Alyushinyrra, after Socothbenoth painted Lady Nocticula 6 times and tried to get the copies to murder the original. They mostly failed and disappeared, or at least everyone thinks they did.

Ciapha quips quite conversationally.

Although, according to Granny 2 of the Trompe Loeils may have turned against their "creator", and serve their erstwhile target, it is my understanding that they may well have a degree of free will and agency. She continues while absentmindedly using the reflection of her Falchion to correct her hairdo.

bluff: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (18) + 14 = 32

Martin tenses as he sees that this is probably not going to end well.
"Telias might be able to get this thing to give us some real information." Martin whispers to Valtyra and Ciapha.
"Let's try to keep violence at bay for as long as possible."

Sighing loudly with his ever-present grin, "Now you all are starting to piss me off."

Looking around before shrugging dramatically, "If you simply must investigate my home I shall come with you."

"By all means! This will go more quickly and yield better results with you as our guide!" Valtyra replies. "Please, lead the way."

Waving an arm upwards and to the right, "Guest rooms, my study, and studio."

Pointing to the room where Martin is still hiding, "Those are my quarters." letting his hand fall to his side, "Downstairs is a kitchen and dining room. The great room and then the door. Or do you all just have to see all the art?"

"But first," Telias interjected,"I need you to frown."

Laughing once again, "That gives you the bad wrinkles so no."

"Than expressionless, or even reduced to a slight smirk, anything if even for a second."

You want me to make people frown? Easy. Buckle up for some Demon humor. Ciapha, getting out of her bloodrage and shrinking to medium size, speaks.

perform comedy untrained: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18 If you allow bluff for joking its trained and +14

You see, I did make the mistake of asking my dear granny to tell me a joke so...

Bob the dretch waddles through the streets of Alyushinyrra. Suddenly he sees his partner-in-crime Tim the Dretch, at a "Soul-Fuel-station", and with a soul-fuel-tap inserted in his well, anal orrifice. She pauses

Hi Tim Bob Says
Hi Bob, whassup? Tim answers
Im good Tim, but, uhmm do you have a soul-fuel-tap in your arse? Bob inquires
Yeap I do! Tim states
And, do you think that normal? Bob queries
Nope, its super

"He's just going to laugh at that."

"Clearly comedy is your true calling." Shifting his gaze back to Teilas, "not entirely sure why you thi k you get ti dicate to me like that. It's late and I am not in the mood."

"Oh but you're clearly quite amused! Absolutely beaming with that rakish smile and swashbuckler's swagger! Not at all like a man who just found people breaking into his home. I daresay that you're simply incapable of any other expression! But I do thank you for confirming my suspicions. I could have asked you to bleed or cut off a lock of your hair and drop it to the floor. But this was a lot less painless. Imagine refusing to show distress in front of a wall of angry swordsmen." the images flicker for a moment as he pauses and points at the tip of the mans blade. You've dripped roughly sixteen ounces of fine hornsworth acrylic off that thing since you've been up here. Might I recommend wiping that off before we take this guided tour as you suggested?

eh lets try rolling diplomacy: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (12) + 18 = 30

Hanging back, so the person can't hear, Martin whispers to Valtyra, "This is strange. Do you think that maybe this, er, 'construct' actually believes it is the real person?"
He thinks a moment.
"Of course this begs the question, where is the real Mr. Gauthfallow?"

"I would have to be intimidated by few bricks of a wall you think you have."

Starting back up the stairs and pointing to the deer, "That was a gift. "

Being on level ground with you all he is quite tall, easily six and a half feet tall. Looking quickly at all of you, smirk still in place as he moves to push though you all, "We can start with the pieces in my room since you helped yourselves in."

"One moment. Allow me to confer with my bricks." turning to the others in apparent secre y but without dropping his volume or making any effort to conceal himself telias asks, "how many traps do we let him lead us into before we get bored? Also, I recommend keeping him in sight. He tried to sneak uo stairs and stab me in the back. I'm not keen upon second tries against my life."

Eh, I havent even tried intimidating anyone yet? Also, I am very much not brick shaped, as a surprisingly diverse cast of admirers would indeed state. Ciapha chuckles

The guy would fit in reasonable well in Abyssal A-Town, could last some weeks. She thinks as she speaks. She does put herself between Mr. Paintfellow and Telias as she does so.

Running his free hand though his hair and smiling at Ciapha, "Oh, I am sure. Do you model?"