Game Day X: 3-03 "Echoes of Desperation" - DM S (Inactive)

Game Master Chris Marsh

Arcane Mark

A tall Ulfen man reports, but says nothing. He has several weapons strapped to his body, all of which seem well used. His leathers show patches from previous fights, but seem to be in good condition. He walks with cat-like precision, always aware of his surrounding, his stealth belying his 6'4" frame.

A female goblin wearing a porcelain mask depicting an attractive human woman with a little black hat greets everyone warmly as they arrive.

A short woman in dark robes joins the group. Her eyes, one green and the other violet, are a sign of genetic heterochromia. She keeps her distance, not sure what to make of the Ulfen sailor and perhaps prejudging the masked goblin. Trailing behind her is a surprising creature: a dweomercat! It's tiny, and clearly still just a cub.

She brushes aside a lock of raven black hair she speaks. "Greetings, fellow Pathfinders. I am Morgan Titchwillow, practitioner of the arcane arts. With me is my companion, Asher," she says, gesturing at the familiar.

The dweomercat adds its own voice, a soft purring sound, to the conversation. "Do any of you have food? I'm ravenous."

Morgan shoots her familiar a dark look, which the familiar feels through their empathic link. It flinches, then moves back behind the wizard.

Humble Measure wears pristine white robes embroidered with silver, and long white gloves that cover his hands from fingertip to elbow. A bright halo the color of soft gold shines above his head, and his eyes are golden too — the color of ancient coins. He wears a golden key around his neck, a symbol of his faith.

He carries a pleasant expression on his face. He nods politely to you and speaks with a cadence you could measure with a metronome.

Hello, hello! It is delightful to embark upon another Project with the Society. His voice is warm, but he does not shake your hand. I am Prophet Humble Measure, a servant of the Lord of Walls and Ditches and a follower of the prophecies of Kalistrade, diligently preparing for the Hour of Victory. When he says the word "prophet" it somehow sounds like he's spelling it with an f.

To such an end, please sign this simple Service Agreement while we await our briefing. He places quills on the nearest surface. You can even read it if you wish, though I assure you it is merely a most basic Service Agreement and Liability Waiver for the services I shall be rendering during this project.

He looks at the dweomercat cat begging for food and frowns.

"So you are saying that you won't do your job unless we sign this piece of paper? Where I come from, you don't sign anything, 'less you want to spend the rest of your life on a ship." says Fafrd. "You do your job, I do mine, and we'll all get along just fine.

"Besides, didn't you learn about being a Pathfinder? Explore, Report, Cooperate?"

A small squat, mushroom topped leshy with several gray and decaying tendrils shudders in as he looks over his missive, handed to him by Humble Measure once more. Dozens of eyes and sharp pointed teeth line its face like some sort of grotesque monster. He had not always been this way. In fact a small red corrupted Abyssal shard from Finadar lay embedded in his body that caused his body to decay slightly.

A vined hand reaches out as a shrill child-like voice shrieks that doesn't match the appearance. "I'm Berry!"

Reading over the agreement he tugs on Humble's cloak and points to a specific subsection. "This part hurts me." Dhampir

"So you are saying that you won't do your job unless we sign this piece of paper? Where I come from, you don't sign anything, 'less you want to spend the rest of your life on a ship." says Fafrd.

Or your head being separated from your body and falling into a basket, chimes in a tow-headed human, picking under their fingernails with the tip of an ornate blade. If you come from my homeland, anyway.

Morgan frowns at the paperwork, but not for the same reasons as the others. "Does your compact with the Pathfinder Society not supersede this document? I can appreciate the thoroughness, but I suspect that this document would not hold weight in the court of Absalom."

Humble nods to Fearful after stepping out of reach. Don't be hurt. In my experience, many vampire-kin attempt to hide their ancestry. Its unwise to obfuscate the truth from your medical provider. I do not judge, and prefer to be told in advance so I can adjust my preparations and ensure that you are not caught in a wash of channeled positive energy. Knowing in advance, I can even prepare negative energy spells to render better services. A good contract is all about clarity and communication, and beneficial to both parties, you see. Humble prepped a harm or two for healing the Fearful along the way in fact

He smiles at Fafrd. What’s a little contract law between friends? It merely explicates what we have already tacitly agreed to as members of the Society, after all. Why, last mission a horrid melixie named Thimbletoes smeared my face with honey whilst I was unconscious, as a prank. Thanks to this contract I was able to have the Church of Abadar serve him papers at his home; they arrived stapled under the lid of a barrel of honey.

Silliness aside Humble will still help whether you sign or not of course. He just prefers the signatures.

There is nothing in the contract that contradicts the rules or ethos of the Society.

It's quite the journey from the Grand Lodge in Absalom to the Anthusis Lodge in the capital of Vidrian. There is plenty of time to get to know each other, learn about each agent's skills, weaknesses, and comportment.

The office of Venture-Captain Finze Bellaugh is densely packed with shelves of books, maps, scrolls, and even more esoteric methods of note-keeping. The room’s wide windows are open, allowing a cool breeze to pass through the office. As the venture-captain stands to greet you, the gathered Pathfinders, a small crystal ball that had been used as a paperweight rolls off of his desk, falling into a nest of scrolls which are covered in scribbled notes. “Whoops,” the venture-captain says with a chuckle, deftly navigating the mess to replace the paperweight. Having ensured no vital documents are at risk of blowing away, he addresses the group. “Pathfinders! Today, we have an opportunity to do some good for the people of Vidrian and earn a little favor with the government. Here, let’s take a look at this.”

The venture-captain slides a narrow indoor curtain to the side, revealing a bell made of cold iron that hangs low from the ceiling. The bell is one foot in diameter and two feet tall. Intricate engravings depict crocodile-headed humanoids and normal crocodiles with monstrous features clambering out of a deep pool towards smaller humanoids on the bell’s crown. “The Society recently recovered this interesting object. I’ve been studying it, and it seems to have remnants of magic made for repelling bilokos. Or perhaps attracting them? Well, they’re awful things, and according to the old tales, they love bells—perhaps this object is a lure of some kind? According to my research, it belongs to a community of Song’o halflings, who must miss it dearly. This is quite curious, as Song’os typically craft more portable or temporary art to suit their nomadic lifestyle. This, however, is quite sturdy. I think there’s more here than meets the eye."

“How did we stumble across such an object, you ask? Now there’s an exciting tale! Recently, we learned of a band of mercenaries who tried to steal away with a ship and its cargo of cultural relics that need to be returned to their rightful keepers. We worked with the locals to stop them, rescue the ship’s crew, and recover the relics in a relatively good condition...” Finze pauses to closely examine the bell before breathing on the surface and wiping the spot with his handkerchief. “Make that pristine condition!"

“Unfortunately, the Imminent Laughter—that’s the ship— crashed during the pursuit. Our priority was rescuing the marooned crew, so the thieves escaped, and we didn’t have time for a thorough search of the wreck. We grabbed what looked important and got our people back to shore. There may be documents on board indicating where the bell came from—after all, the whole point of the Imminent Laughter’s voyage was to bring cultural relics back to Vidrian so they could be returned to their rightful owners."

“So, your mission is to head to the wreckage just up the shore and see what you can find. Report back to me once you’ve explored the wreck. Then, perhaps we can send you to return the bell and learn why it’s so important. If we can lend a helping hand and make some new allies along the way, all the better. Any questions?”

No mere neophyte agents, you've been diligent in your studies, skills, and are caught up on the latest edition of the Pathfinder Chronicles... at least some of you are. So you might know a few things about which the Venture-captain is talking. Feel free to volunteer to make Recall Knowledge checks concerning Fey Lore of Nature before asking questions.

Flamel appears distracted throughout the briefing, but speaks up almost as soon as Venture-Captain Bellaugh is done. How deep is the water the wreck is in? they ask, in clipped Common. Will we need to go underwater?

Morgan has made a point to study. After all, knowledge is power. And being busy reading means others leave her alone.
Recall Knowledge (Nature): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

She also considers her spellbook before handing over a signed contract to Humble.

Then:

Humble seems grateful when Morgan returns the signed contract.

On the journey to Vidrian he secures the most cost-efficient room and board: basic gruel, warm water, and nights on the open deck in a stained old hammock that he borrowed for free. He entertains himself by re-selling trinkets among the sailors for a lamentable profit. Flavoring a failed Bagrain Hunter downtime from last session.
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Now:

Humble sips a glass of lukewarm water while he carefully listens to Bellaugh's briefing. He grins at the idea of poring over extensive ledgers and ship logs. One can only hope these documents have escaped unharmed. It will be a joy to assist in discovering legal provenance of these items — even if it might get me dirty. Assume we can't prep spells like water breathing as we're leaving today? Humble will take a Chest Feather Token for his school item. It might carry the bell if it's under 10 bulk and fits, or loot from the wreck.

Finze, you mentioned that the Song’os are Nomadic. Should we recover the required documentation, how are we to find them?

Fearful also returns the signed contract, not so much with his name but a stamp of a small rotten berry juice made with his vine. "Is this ship underwater now?" He asks curiously, not sure if he will float or not. He lived among the shallow swamps and bogs so wasn't really sure.

Nature +8

Maggie knows a thing or two about fey, having a touch of fey magic in her bloodline.

Recall Knowledge (Nature): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

"Imminent Laughter is a magnificent name for a ship!", Maggie squeals. "I love to laugh, myself. In fact that reminds me of a song I used to sing to the youngsters when I was a nanny in Oppara"

She breaks into song.

"I love to laugh
Loud and long and clear
I love to laugh
It's getting worse every year

When things strike me as funny
I can't hide it inside
And squeak as the squeakelers do
I've got to let go with a ho ho ho
And a ha ha ha too"

She notices no one is signing along and gathers her composure.

"I'm sorry Venture Captain, you were saying?"

”A water rescue. I have done one or two of those in the past… and perhaps been on a crew that was the cause of one or two, to my embarrassment . ” states the Ulfen. ”This sounds straight forward. Are we returning the bell after we recover the documents?”

Nature: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30

and in case it matters.
Hireling PFS Lore: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19

With the back drop of the jaunty 3/4 beat to Maggie's song, the newly formed team puts their knowledge forth.

The venture-captain gives a chuckle, "The wreck never gets deeper than two or three feet. The tide isn't very severe there, so you should be okay." Expect difficult terrain at the worst.

Morgan has heard of Bilokos. They are cunning hunters who like to use tricks to single out victims and lure them away from their companions. They are said to subsist entirely on humanoid flesh. Fearful Berry and Maggie both recall reading the same entry at the Grand Lodge.

Fafrd recalls a lecture with a deeper knowledge that aligns with the mission. Bilokos have a fascination with bells, often using them for hunting and setting traps, but they can also be tricked by these covetous instruments. Bilokos who eat spellcasters can become more powerful creatures known as elokos, and rumors tell of powerful eloko leaders with connections to primal forces deep within the jungles of the Mwangi Expanse.

The venture-captain confirms with a nod as he points at one of the crocodile-headed humanoids on the bell. “Ravenous fey creatures that can only eat the flesh of humanoids. They plague the Expanse’s jungles, and they’re cunning hunters. Though I can’t discern exactly what this bell’s function is, it seems to be some sort of lure or ward to protect against biloko attacks. All the more reason to find out who owns the bell and return it as soon as we can. So I understand your concern Humble, it would be difficult—no, impossible—to find the bell’s owners by wandering around the jungle, so it’s vital that we learn more from the wreck, if we can.”

"I will be happy to take the bell. In fact, this reminds me of a song..."

Not wanting to be regaled with another, the Venture-captain preempts Maggie, "If there are no questions, I suggest you head out and not let the wreck deteriorate any more."

That would be tragic. I am ready to leave at once.

After about 2 hours of uneventful travel north along the shore of Desperation Bay, the you reach the wreckage of the trade vessel Imminent Laughter.

Driftwood litters the sandy beach, still flowing freely from the bisected remains of a trade vessel resting in the shallows. Smooth rocks break the surface and surround the wreckage, as if the land itself reached up to tear the boat to pieces before clumsily grasping its prize.

Indeed, the water is Difficult Terrain for medium-size and smaller. You can opt to swim with a DC 10 Athletics check though. Not everyone has a listed Exploration Activity. So let's check in with a post that includes your default activity, and either confirm that you're using your default, or call out one specifically for this search.

Humble searches for danger and lost ledgers while trying to keep clean. Search

Not worried about a little water, Fafrd makes his way into the wreck. Athletics: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28

exploration mode is search
Reminder about Scout's Warning feat (no one need scout)

The party makes their way out to the wreck. It looks like it could be a bit of work to do a thorough job. Before jobs and plans can be divvied, a lumbering, heavily scarred, bull hippopotamus lunges out of the water and yawns wide, displaying an impressive set of tusk-like teeth. Clearly able to swallow Maggie whole, when the jaws snap everyone can feel it in the water:

Step
Biting Maggie: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (1) + 15 = 16 but gets lodged on a piece of detritus!
Biting AGAIN: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11 Desna smiles with teeth as if moonlight!

Round 1:
Hungry Hippo: ATK
Humble: Go
Fafrd: Go
Flamel: Go
???: TBD
Morgan: TBD
Fearful Berry: TBD

Maggie will be Searching.

As Humble moves away from the horrible creature, he incants a small prayer: Wealthy Father, deliver me from the maw of annihilation. The aasimar moves through the water effortlessly, gaining footing on the hull of the ship. Agile Feet

He then sheathes his staff of healing and pulls out his alchemical crossbow. Somatic focus spell, interact, interact.

Humble takes the risk, adding a hope to his prayer. The hippo is a brutish foe, and not known for guile. He takes his position and switches to an adventurer's weapon!

Round 1:
Hungry Hippo: ATK
Humble: Buff
Fafrd: Go
Flamel: Go
???: TBD
Morgan: TBD
Fearful Berry: TBD

Something more is in this water, Flamel says, drawing their ornate blade as they nimbly pick their way across the flotsam and Leap to the rock near the hippo. Movement likely provokes, if applicable.

+1 striking Aldori dueling sword: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (8) + 16 = 24
slashing: 2d8 + 3 + 3 ⇒ (1, 2) + 3 + 3 = 9

Stride, Leap, Strike.

Given the terrain, rather than moving closer to the hippo, he first marks him as his prey. Then, he quick draws his bow, firing once.
+1 Striking composite shortbow: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (8) + 15 = 23 piercing: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (2, 2) + 1 = 5 deadly: 1d10 ⇒ 1

He then fires twice more in succession! Hunter's shot

+1 Striking composite shortbow, flurry: 1d20 + 15 - 3 ⇒ (18) + 15 - 3 = 30 piercing: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (3, 5) + 1 = 9 deadly: 1d10 ⇒ 9
+1 Striking composite shortbow,flurry: 1d20 + 15 - 6 ⇒ (6) + 15 - 6 = 15 piercing: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (1, 6) + 1 = 8 deadly: 1d10 ⇒ 2

Fafrd opens with a pair of hits. The arrows sinking into the hippo's thick skin, though neither striking anything vital. Flamel safely closes, also scoring a light slash. None of the open wounds seems to truly frighten the massive animal.

The water erupts as a second hippo lunges in. It's clearly less grizzled and ornery, but still intimidating. It pops right up on the part of the wreck with Humble and tries to make a quick meal:
Bite 1: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (12) + 15 = 27for DMG: 2d8 + 8 ⇒ (8, 4) + 8 = 20
Bite 2: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19 MISS

It catches him on the arm!

Round 1:
Hungry Hippo: ATK
Humble: Buff
Fafrd: Hit
Flamel: Hit
Hippo: Hit
Morgan: Go
Fearful Berry: Go

Round 1:

Round 1:
Hungry Hippo: ATK
Humble: Buff
Fafrd: Hit
Flamel: Hit
Hippo: Hit
Morgan: Go
Fearful Berry: Go
Maggie: Go

Maggie attempts her lingering composition:

Performance: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (11) + 15 = 26

"So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, hippo-os!
You have to go and leave us all alo-one!
So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, adieu
Adieu, adieu, to both of yieu and yieu!"

She casts Inspire Courage.

She then casts Electric Arc on both of them (DC21 Reflex)

ZAP!: 3d4 + 5 ⇒ (1, 3, 1) + 5 = 10

Fearful Berry's rotted vines dip into the water as he leeches a black oily film across the surface. As it touches the hippo it begins to leech the life force from it into Fearful Berry, rejuvenating him slightly.

Cast Soul Siphon Need a DC 21 Fort Save

Soul Siphon Damage (Negative) vs Red: 3d4 ⇒ (3, 4, 4) = 11

As Fearful feels rejuvenated his body shows otherwise as it decays even more. Small remains of animals begin to protrude from his central mass as mold and fungus begins to grow. The stench of decay fills the air around him.

Fearful now has his minor curse- Non-magical effects that would restore your Hit Points only grant you half as many HP as normal.

The secretion also begins to affect the hippos mind.

Daze- 4 Damage - Dc 21 Basic Will Save

◆ Soul Siphon
◆◆ Daze

Action 1-3: Animate Dead

With the danger clear and present, Morgan quickly sets to conjuring and channeling her necromantic power. Bits of bone, sinew, and flesh appear, constituting itself into the form of a man.

A man who looks plague-ridden.
A man who has been dead for several weeks.

"Strike down the beast, my minion," she commands, pointing a finger imperiously at the nearest hippo.

With a slow, lumbering movement it swings a fist!
Fist vs White (Flat-footed): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28
Damage (B): 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11 Plus DC 18 Fort save vs Zombie Rot

Maggie's music must truly be magical, as the absurdity of it doesn't detract rom the inspiration it provides!

Red: 1d20 ⇒ 6 FAIL
Plain: 1d20 ⇒ 5 FAIL

Electricity jumps between the two. The jolt leaves, for the briefest of moments, a rainbow in the air. Maggie seems quite pleased with herself.

A barnacle-laden corpse breaks the surface and drives a fist into the smaller hippo's flank. White -FORT: 1d20 ⇒ 7

Fearful Berry leeches life force directly from the hippo: Red FORT: 1d20 ⇒ 18 but it's too hale a beast to fall victim to the spell.
Red WILL: 1d20 ⇒ 6 It's mind, however, is far easier to affect!

The aggro-hippo turns on Flamel. It's massive jaws trying to get everything from the waist up in a single bite!
Bite 1: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (4) + 17 = 21 MISS
Bite 2: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32 for DOUBLE: 2d8 + 10 ⇒ (2, 6) + 10 = 18
Bite 3: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25 for DMG: 2d8 + 10 ⇒ (6, 3) + 10 = 19

The hippo rips Flemel up!

Round 2:
Hungry Hippo: ATK
Humble: Go
Fafrd: Go
Flamel: Go
Hippo: TBD
Maggie: TBD
Morgan: TBD
Fearful Berry: TBD

A torrent of words spills out of Humble as he watches the blood flowing from his arm. Wealthy Father forgive my lack of precision I have failed you and I beg you to allow your pathetic servant amend his prayer to include a clause of deliverance not from any one particular maw of annilihiation but all maws in general for your servant has read the lesson in his flowing blood and has gained wisdom and thanks you Master of the First Vault.

I think humble can get where he is but if not he will use a focus point and end one square to the right.

He enunciates in a clear voice: I too shall give succor those who have failed — in this case one who opted out of signing my Extremely Simple and Very Short Service Agreement. A beam of parchment-colored positive energy washes down over Flamel, closing their wounds.

2-Action Heal Font, Healing Hands, Flamel: 3d10 + 24 ⇒ (6, 7, 6) + 24 = 43

Fafrd stays put for the moment, releasing a torrent of arrows at the beast. First, he uses his hunter's shot, followed by more arrows.

+1 Striking composite shortbow: 1d20 + 15 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 15 + 1 = 22 piercing: 2d6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2, 1) + 1 + 1 = 5 deadly: 1d10 ⇒ 1
+1 Striking composite shortbow, flurry: 1d20 + 15 - 3 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 15 - 3 + 1 = 23 piercing: 2d6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (6, 3) + 1 + 1 = 11 deadly: 1d10 ⇒ 1

+1 Striking composite shortbow,flurry: 1d20 + 15 - 6 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 15 - 6 + 1 = 19 piercing: 2d6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (6, 2) + 1 + 1 = 10 deadly: 1d10 ⇒ 1

+1 Striking composite shortbow,flurry: 1d20 + 15 - 6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 15 - 6 + 1 = 11 piercing: 2d6 + 11 ⇒ (5, 3) + 11 = 19 deadly: 1d10 ⇒ 2

+1 Striking composite shortbow,flurry: 1d20 + 15 - 6 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 15 - 6 + 1 = 28 piercing: 2d6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (5, 1) + 1 + 1 = 8 deadly: 1d10 ⇒ 3

He looks pleased by his marksmanship.

No point needed. Humble's amendment results in a noticeable abrogation of the damage!

Fafrd's arrows fly! Two miss, but the rest strike true. The wounds are starting to show as the frothy water near the scrum is starting to turn red!

Round 2:
Hungry Hippo: ATK
Humble: Heal
Fafrd: Hits
Flamel: Go
Hippo: TBD
Maggie: TBD
Morgan: TBD
Fearful Berry: TBD

@GM- I need to know if the Soul Siphon was a success / fail or how much damage it did including drain damage as I gain Temp HP back for that amount.

Flamel certainly notices the chunk of their flesh that the hippo took away, but also notices the rejuvenation they received from Humble. Might rethink signing, now, Flamel says, turning attention back to Red.

+1 striking Aldori dueling sword vs. Red1d20 + 16[/dice: 1d2d8 + 3 + 3 ⇒ (7, 3) + 3 + 3 = 16

+1 striking Aldori dueling sword vs. Red with Exacting Strike ◈: 1d20 + 16 - 5 ⇒ (12) + 16 - 5 = 23
slashing: 2d8 + 3 + 3 ⇒ (4, 4) + 3 + 3 = 14

Flamel then maneuvers out of the hippo flank.

Strike, Exacting Strike, Stride.

Flamel feels fortunate re-guide their strike...
Strike: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (6) + 16 = 22
Damage: 2d8 + 3 + 3 ⇒ (2, 4) + 3 + 3 = 12

Flemel's slash lands true, after a bit of inspiration! The wounds on the bull hippo are starting to add up, but it only makes the beast madder.

The smaller hippo goes after Morgan's undead help!
ATK 1: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (3) + 15 = 18 for DMG: 2d8 + 8 ⇒ (2, 6) + 8 = 16
ATK 1: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18 for DMG: 2d8 + 8 ⇒ (4, 7) + 8 = 19
ATK 1: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23 for DMG: 2d8 + 8 ⇒ (7, 4) + 8 = 19

By the time it's done chomping, there's nothing left but the original pieces.

Round 2:
Hungry Hippo: ATK
Humble: Heal
Fafrd: Hits
Flamel: Hit
Hippo: Go
Maggie: Go
Morgan: Go
Fearful Berry: Go

Action 1: Stride
Action 2-3: Electric Arc

Morgan slogs back through the water and steps up onto a rock. With her undead champion destroyed she weaves arcane magic. Symbols of evocation appear before her, culminating in an arc of electricity that strikes at both hippos.
Electric Arc (Reflex DC 20) vs Red/White: 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (3, 2) + 4 = 9

Red: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19
White: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

Electricity once again dances across the wreck as both hippos are caught in the discharge.

Round 2:
Hungry Hippo: ATK
Humble: Heal
Fafrd: Hits
Flamel: Hit
Hippo: ATK
Maggie: Go
Morgan: BOLT1
Fearful Berry: Go

The secretions continue to burn into the hippo as Fearful Berry feeds on the source. His mushroom-capped body shudders at the nourishment but Berry himself is repelled by the entire process. "Just go away!"

Reach Vampiric Touch Damage: 6d6 ⇒ (3, 2, 6, 3, 1, 1) = 16 DC 21 Basic Fort Save; Berry will gain half the damage back as Temp HP.

◆ Reach Spell
◆◆ Vampiric Touch

Maggie's lingering performance continues, but the beat gets heavier as she gets excited by the combat.

"They call me the Hiphopopotamus
Flows that glow like phosphorous
Poppin' off the top of this esophagus
Rockin' this metropolis
I'm not a large water-dwelling mammal
Where did you get that preposterous hypothesis?"

Her Goblin Song is extra annoying and loud, irritating both hippos.

Performance vs Will DC: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (14) + 15 = 29

Causes -1 to Will Saves on success or crit success

"Leave my friends along you brutish water pig!"

She then blasts the nearest hippo with Phantom Pain (Will Save DC21)

Mental Damage:: 2d4 + 1 ⇒ (4, 3) + 1 = 8
On Success: Full damage, On Fail: Full damage plus 1d4 persistent mental damage and sickened 1, On Crit fail: As fail but sickened 2

Maggie plays a song to grate on their ears before trying to induce an even bigger headache Will: 1d20 + 13 - 1 ⇒ (6) + 13 - 1 = 18. the hippos begins to thrash, and it looks like it might be turning around, FORT: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (6) + 17 = 23 and after Fearful Berry zaps it with negative energy it turns to flee! It will triple stride/swim away. Feel free to use any reactions to stop it!

Persistent: 1d4 ⇒ 1 Flat: 1d20 ⇒ 10

Round 3:
Hungry Hippo: Flee
Humble: Go
Fafrd: Go
Flamel: Go
Hippo: TBD
Maggie: TBD
Morgan: TBD
Fearful Berry: TBD