Hmm's PFS 3-99: Fate in the Future [Nostalgia Con] (Inactive)

Game Master Hmm

Zzzzzot!

Blue Reflex: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (8) + 15 = 23
Red Reflex: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (15) + 15 = 30

Red, being further back, makes its save, and takes some of the electrical damage. Blue does not, and its weakness to electricity takes it out!

"BUT I WAS INVINCI--b-b-ble."

The smoking robot clatters to the floor.

★ --- ★ --- ★ --- ★

Everyone is Slowed 1 until the time rift closes.

Sideon (-9)
Robots
Red 9 (-49)
Green
Blue (DEAD)
Grum (-58)
Chulyin (-15)
Chulyin's Jaguar
Greezgux
Patrick (-7)

- Slide 18 -

Sideon attempts to close the time rift again.

Arcana: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (20) + 16 = 36

Sideon closes the rift! Would you like to take one last action as a reward, Sideon?

As the rift closes, a whole bunch of supply crates with the words, STARFINDER SOCIETY appear in the room and keep flickering in and out of existence. The strange supplies finally blink out as the rift seals itself!

★ --- ★ --- ★ --- ★

Everyone (including robots) are up to regular speed!

Sideon (-9)
Robots
Red 9 (-61)
Green
Blue (DEAD)
Grum (-58)
Chulyin (-15)
Chulyin's Jaguar
Greezgux
Patrick (-7)

- Slide 18 -

Apologies, missed that slowed effect.

Greezgux slides forward and the ostling causes the small poppet to lose its grip on the sall orb. It drops, rolling across the ground and explodes into a fiery blaze. The smell of the baked robot wiring gets him salivating as the demon comes out to eat.

Fireball Damage: 4d6 ⇒ (3, 1, 1, 5) = 10 DC 25 Reflex

◆ Stride
◆ Glutton's Jaw
◆ Shield
◆ Mosquito Witch (Independent) Toss the bead of Fireball 4d6

Greezgux's familiar tosses a fireball!

Green Reflex: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (19) + 15 = 34
Red Reflex: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (1) + 15 = 16

Green succeeds for half damage, and the remaining fire bounces off of its hardness but Red crit fails, its circuits frying!

★ --- ★ --- ★ --- ★

It's robot time!

Red pounds on Sideon, because Sideon took out its way home.

Fist: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (17) + 18 = 35
Bludgeoning Damage: 2d10 + 8 ⇒ (6, 9) + 8 = 23

Fist: 1d20 + 18 - 5 ⇒ (1) + 18 - 5 = 14
Bludgeoning Damage: 2d10 + 8 ⇒ (3, 8) + 8 = 19

Green will go pound on Greezgux.

Fist: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (10) + 18 = 28
Bludgeoning Damage: 2d10 + 8 ⇒ (10, 3) + 8 = 21

Fist: 1d20 + 18 - 5 ⇒ (16) + 18 - 5 = 29
Bludgeoning Damage: 2d10 + 8 ⇒ (7, 6) + 8 = 21

Both attacks hit!

★ --- ★ --- ★ --- ★

Everyone (including robots) are up to regular speed!

Sideon (-32)
Robots
Red (-76)
Green
Blue (DEAD)
Grum (-58)
Chulyin (-15)
Chulyin's Jaguar
Greezgux (-42)
Patrick (-7)

- Slide 18 -

Sideon will back away from the robot, hoping for a better strategic position.

Duly noted. Post updated, above! Everyone's up!

Focus on me you wierd hunk of metal.

Grum says yelling at the robot as he circles around. He then swings in a wide arc.

attack+sweep: 1d20 + 16 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 16 + 1 = 24
magical,bludgeoning: 2d12 + 6 ⇒ (2, 12) + 6 = 20

Stride, swipe

Grum hits Red hard, but the robot is still up!

"GOOD POINT OF DATA. FOCUS ON IRATE GREEN ORGANIC NEXT TIME."

★ --- ★ --- ★ --- ★

Everyone (including robots) are up to regular speed!

Sideon (-32)
Robots
Red (-86)
Green
Blue (DEAD)
Grum (-58)
Chulyin (-15)
Chulyin's Jaguar
Greezgux (-42)
Patrick (-7)

- Slide 18 -

Well done Sideon Patrick remarks as the rift is closed and time returns to normal.

Starfinder? Starfinder? .... he muses ... Pathfinders among the stars? What wonders must they see ...

His thoughts are touched with quite a bit of envy for those Pathfinders of the future as he steps forward and blasts Red and Green with an Electric Arc.

electricity: 4d4 + 4 ⇒ (3, 3, 4, 3) + 4 = 17 DC 25 basic reflex

Try not to destroy them too much. I want to study them he declares.

Conditional Stride: if Red is alive at the time of this action, current position is accurate; if Red is destroyed by time of this action, white donut is position and target is Green.

The jaguar bounds towards the strange golems of glass and metal and tries to tear off a limb.

Stride, Strike

◆ Jaws: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (11) + 13 = 24
Piercing: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (6, 3) + 3 = 12 + Fire: 1 = 1
+ Precision: 1d4 ⇒ 2

As time begins to flow at regular speed, Chulyin calls to his companion, "Now. Take them!" He then draws an eldritch sign with his staff and chants, "Tha mi a 'gairm air an tàirneanach!" Lightning arcs between the two remaining constructs.

Command, Cast (V/S): electric arc

Electricity (Basic Reflex DC 25): 4d4 + 4 ⇒ (4, 1, 1, 2) + 4 = 12

ZZZZzzzzot! ZZZzzzzot!

Patrick and Chulyin cast Electric Arc right and left!

Green Reflex: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (20) + 15 = 35
Red Reflex: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (7) + 15 = 22

Green Reflex: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (14) + 15 = 29
Red Reflex: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (18) + 15 = 33

Green completely evades Patrick's electric arc, and manages to evade part of Chulyin's as well, but still gets hit by its weakness! Meanwhile Red goes down.

"ERROR. ERr--"

★ --- ★ --- ★ --- ★

Everyone (including robots) are up to regular speed!

Sideon (-32)
Robots
Red (DEAD)
Green (-11)
Blue (DEAD)
Grum (-58)
Chulyin (-15)
Chulyin's Jaguar
Greezgux (-42)
Patrick (-7)

- Slide 18 -

Oops, I somehow missed the jaguar's attack!

The jaguar moves and sinks its teeth into Green!

★ --- ★ --- ★ --- ★

Everyone (including robots) are up to regular speed!

Sideon (-32)
Robots
Red (DEAD)
Green (-21)
Blue (DEAD)
Grum (-58)
Chulyin (-15)
Chulyin's Jaguar
Greezgux (-42)
Patrick (-7)

- Slide 18 -

Failed to mention, swipe would have done damage to both of them if I met both of their AC. Swipe

Thanks for the catch!

Green has a belated reaction to Grum's swipe. "OW. YOU ARE IMPAIRING MY FUNCTIONING. ON MY TURN I WILL IMPAIR YOURS."

Is there anything better than threats in robot voice?

★ --- ★ --- ★ --- ★

Everyone (including robots) are up to regular speed!

Sideon (-32)
Robots
Red (DEAD)
Green (-36)
Blue (DEAD)
Grum (-58)
Chulyin (-15)
Chulyin's Jaguar
Greezgux (-42)
Patrick (-7)

- Slide 18 -

Greezgux's shield bursts apart as the magic can't seem to stand up to the powerful blow of the robot. ↺ Shield Block Hardness 10. Greezgux also had 2 Temp HP from Vampiric Maiden so 30 Damage total remains.

Heal: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

Greezgux's wound slowly begins to close as he bites down on the hot metallic surface. The tiny poppet sits their with an open mouth in shock at the explosion. Small timbers stick frayed from it's body as it quickly rummages around for the decanter to put the flames out.

Glutton's Jaw: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (18) + 15 = 33
Damage (Piercing): 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (7, 1) + 4 = 12
Greezgux Temp HP Gained: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 2) = 3

↺ Shield Block
◆◆ Heal (1st)
◆ Strike
◆ Mosquito Witch (Independent) Draw Decanter of Endless Water

Sideon moves up and sneak attacks Green!

+1 striking ghost touch cold iron dagger: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (14) + 17 = 31 for piercing: 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (1, 4) + 6 = 11 plus Sneak: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 2) = 8

+1 striking ghost touch cold iron dagger: 1d20 + 17 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 17 - 4 = 16 for piercing: 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (3, 3) + 6 = 12 plus Sneak: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 5) = 8

Opportune Back Stab

+1 striking ghost touch cold iron dagger: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (19) + 17 = 36 for piercing: 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (2, 3) + 6 = 11 plus Sneak: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 2) = 6

Greezgux bites the robot then heals himself. Sideon moves up and stabs!

★ --- ★ --- ★ --- ★

It's the robot's turn. First, it tries to impair Grum's functioning.

Fist: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (15) + 18 = 33
Bludgeoning Damage: 2d10 + 8 ⇒ (4, 5) + 8 = 17

"HA HA YOU ARE ALL TOO CLOSE."

An electric discharge bursts out of it.

Jolting Arc Electricity: 8d6 ⇒ (2, 5, 3, 3, 2, 3, 1, 4) = 23
Everyone adjacent to Green must make a DC 22 Basic Reflex save.

★ --- ★ --- ★ --- ★

Everyone (including robots) are up to regular speed!

Sideon (-32)
Robots
Red (DEAD)
Green (-57)
Blue (DEAD)
Grum (-75)
Chulyin (-15)
Chulyin's Jaguar
Greezgux (-18)
Patrick (-7)

- Slide 18 -

Shocking Patrick says to himself as the robot electrifys (electrifries?) everyone around it. Fortunately he is far enough back but close enough for his own electrical discharge.

Resistance is futile. You will be conductive

electricity: 4d4 + 4 ⇒ (4, 4, 1, 3) + 4 = 16 DC 25 basic reflex on Green.

Sideon attacks the robot!

Flat-Footed from Gang Up
dagger: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (2) + 17 = 19 for piercing: 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (1, 4) + 6 = 11 and sneak: 2d6 ⇒ (2, 4) = 6
dagger: 1d20 + 17 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 17 - 4 = 31 for piercing: 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (2, 1) + 6 = 9 and sneak: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 5) = 6
dagger: 1d20 + 17 - 8 ⇒ (13) + 17 - 8 = 22 for piercing: 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (3, 2) + 6 = 11 and sneak: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 1) = 5

Opportune Backstab
dagger: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (9) + 17 = 26 for piercing: 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (2, 2) + 6 = 10 and sneak: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 6) = 9

Zzzzot!

Reflex: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (4) + 15 = 19

Green fails its reflex and takes a big chunk of electrical damage.

Speaking of electrical damage, Sideon still owes me a Reflex save.

Sideon stabs the robot twice, and it looks like it has only one wire left connecting it and keeping it functioning!

★ --- ★ --- ★ --- ★

Everyone (including robots) are up to regular speed!

Sideon (-32, DC 22 Reflex Save)
Robots
Red (DEAD)
Green (-99)
Blue (DEAD)
Grum (-75, DC 22 Reflex)
Chulyin (-15)
Chulyin's Jaguar (DC 22 Reflex)
Greezgux (-18, DC 22 Reflex for both Greezgux and Poppet)
Patrick (-7)

- Slide 18 -

Reflex (Evasion): 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (20) + 19 = 39

Since the cat needs to make a save, the cat is posting first intentionally.

Reflex (E): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (16) + 15 = 31

The jaguar hops out of the epicenter of the electrical explosion. Those arcs that strike make his muscles spasm painfully. Shaking his head, he leaps back into the fray, biting and clawing.

Strike, Strike

◆ Jaws: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (5) + 13 = 18
Piercing: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (6, 3) + 3 = 12 + Fire: 1 = 1
+ Precision: 1d4 ⇒ 4

◆ Claw (agile): 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (19) + 13 = 32
Piercing: 2d4 + 3 ⇒ (2, 2) + 3 = 7 + Fire: 1 = 1
+ Precision: 1d4 ⇒ 4

"Finish it off!" Chulyin instructs the fiery jaguar.

If that didn't do it:

He conjures one more bolt of electricity.

Command, Cast (V/S): electric arc

Electricity (Basic Reflex DC 25): 4d4 + 4 ⇒ (4, 3, 4, 1) + 4 = 16

If the robot isn't down yet, Patrick will also zap it. Would four million volts make it go vooom?

electricity: 4d4 + 4 ⇒ (1, 3, 3, 4) + 4 = 15 DC 25 basic reflex.

ZZZZzzap! BITE! Stab!

The Robot goes down six ways at once!

SUPPLIES SUCCESS

Speaking of supplies, maybe it's time to do some healing, refocusing or drinking some of those healing potions you have stockpiled.

Greezgux DC 22 Reflex: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (20) + 13 = 33
Poppet DC 22 Reflex: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (19) + 13 = 32

The electrical jolt skips past Greezgux and his small poppet companion as he tries to finish his meal.

Glutton's Jaw: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (5) + 15 = 20
Damage (Piercing): 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (7, 8) + 4 = 19
Greezgux Temp HP Gained: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 5) = 8

Glutton's Jaw: 1d20 + 15 - 5 ⇒ (16) + 15 - 5 = 26
Damage (Piercing): 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (2, 4) + 4 = 10
Greezgux Temp HP Gained: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 4) = 9

Glutton's Jaw: 1d20 + 15 - 10 ⇒ (14) + 15 - 10 = 19
Damage (Piercing): 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (5, 4) + 4 = 13
Greezgux Temp HP Gained: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 5) = 9

◆ Strike
◆ Strike
◆ Strike

Chulyin sets out his field medicine tarp and begins treating his companions.

50 minutes heals everyone except Grum who is at (+3-pending damage). One hour puts Grum at (+24-pending damage). So unless Grum critically fails his Reflex save, it's 60 minutes to full HP.

Urwal appears from an adjoining corridor, stepping over the smoking and chopped up robot parts, seemingly unphased that Greezgux still has a robot arm sticking out of his mouth. He gestures ahead. “I saw fire up ahead. Go investigate. Be careful. Be wise.”

After a few twists and turns, the stone corridor transitions into a massive red stone cave. The ceiling collapsed long ago, revealing the night sky, packed with stars, and letting snow and wind into the ruins.

The snow-covered ground is difficult terrain. The ice sheets are difficult terrain and uneven ground (DC 20 Acrobatics check to Balance).

A group of large four-armed warriors approaches in the snow. They are dressed in furs and leather armor, and armed with falchions and javelins. The female warrior that seems to be leading the party calls out to you.

"Kumaad tahay Waxaan maqalnay dhawaaqyo yaab leh, oo waxaan aragnay waxyaalo qalaad. Ma samaysay tan?"

She awaits your answer.

- Slide 19 -

"Did anyone recognize that language?" Chulyin asks. "They have four arms like the skeletons in the pit."

Give me a moment .... Patrick replies.

He runs back to the caravan, purchases a Scroll of Comprehend Languages with the last of his gold (12gp) comes back and casts it [if the GM allows this - otherwise he'll have to use his Bonded Item to regain a 2nd level spot, then spend 10 minutes loading a Comp. Languages into it]

reflex: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22

Nice, save

Any trip back and forth to the Supply Caravan takes ten minutes. What are the rest of you doing in the meantime?

Sideon puts out a hand to stop Patrick, and gestures at his wayfinder.

Sideon will cast comprehend languages from his gold nodule aeon stone.

Sideon hears the woman talking. "We have come because we have heard strange sounds and seen even stranger visions. Have you caused this?"

Sideon, you can understand the language, but as the spell is not heightened, you cannot speak it. Unless you have a way of heightening it?

"They've come because of the strange sounds and noises. I don't think they are hostile."

Sideon sheaths his dagger and holds his hands in the air. He'll tell them in elven that they come in peace.

Elves are aliens, so...maybe they speak elf? :P

Oh .... okay ...

Patrick pauses for a bit then tries replying in Elven. He also shows his Wayfinder with the symbol of the Open Road on it.

If elven doesn't work, he'll try Azlanti then Aklo. While he's speaking he's making sure at least some of the party are between him and her.

He'll get the scroll at the next opportune moment then

Refocus.

Greezgux looks up and holds his hands out, shaking his head no. "No, not us. Maybe that one, but not us." He jerks a thumb at the tiny poppet.

"Having you understand them will be helpful," Chulyin says to Sideon. Using Sideon to translate their responses, he tries to hastily fashion a pidgin language starting with a way to introduce each other.

Whichever skill you think appropriate, but Society would be advantageous over Diplomacy for me.

You can still run and get a heightened Comprehend Languages scroll. Zendel would love to sell you one. But the third level one might need to have other party members contribute to the price since it is 30 gold for a third level spell. Or you can try doing the non-verbal.

As Sideon sheathes his dagger, the shobhad woman sticks her javelin in the snowbank. As he and Patrick speak in elven she blinks and turns to her companions.

"Do you understand what they are saying?"

One of them grunts and says, "Maybe they're from Castrovel?"

She switches languages. "I don't speak lashunta. Do you know Akitonian?" She is very confused as Patrick switches from Azlanti to Aklo.

Working furiously, Chulyin tries to get a pidgin together by using repeated words and with Sideon's help.

What do you want to say, Chulyin?

At this point, I will allow people to use Diplomacy, Deception or Society to try to communicate in this situation.

Patrick waits for Sideon's translation.

Nope. Not elven .. Castrovel is also the second planet from the sun, usually known as the Green Mother or the Evening or Morning Star depending where it is relevant to Golarion. Presumably it is full of elves. What is a lashunta? Their word for elf?

He then switches to Aklo hoping that doesn't freak them out.

He then draws a diagram of the Golarion Solar system in the ground then points to himself then the third planet.

Astronomy Lore: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (20) + 17 = 37

"Me," he points to himself.

"You," he points to the four-armed humanoid.

"Me," he points to himself.

"You," he points to Sideon.

"Me. Chulyin," he points to himself.

"You?" he points to Sideon and nods his head trying to get Sideon to say his own name. Then he points to himself again, "Me. Chulyin." He then points to--no, not the goblin--to Patrick, "You?"

He then tries pointing to himself, "Me. Chulyin." Then he points to the four-armed humanoid again, "You?"

Society (T): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28

"Ah, his name is Mee Chool Yin!" She tells the others. She points to Chulyin. "Mee Chool Yin." She points to Patrick. "Yoo-Pah-Trick." Then Sideon. "Yoo-Sid-Ee-Ohn." She points to herself. "Zaggorn."

Then she turns to Sideon. "Yoo-Sid-Ee-Ohn, understanding lights your eyes. You follow my words. Do you understand Zaggorn?"

One of her comrades looks at the map of the planets, puzzled for a bit, but the astronomical drawing in the snow is so excellent, he says, "The Child! You are from the Child! Or should I say the Cage? Third world!"

Patrick indicates the third world. Yes. Golarion

Patrick then points to the fourth world, which he has marked with something red, then at the newcomers.

Akiton. You?

Castrovel is represented by something green. Verces is a small circle with a vertical line, and the ringed planet Liavara, is a large circle with a diagonal line over top. The others are just circles of varying sizes. Also the sun is a rock with a light spell on it.

"Go-la-ri-on. The Cage." The group's astronomer points to Akiton, having clearly recognized the word, Akiton. "Akiton."

"I am Barlog. Why you come to Akiton, Yoo-Pah-Trick?"

Meanwhile, Zaggorn continues to look at Sideon and Patrick, watching as Sideon translates. "Good. One of you understands. Yoo-Sid-Ee-Ohn. Mee Chool Yin. Why have you come to forbidden place?"

Patrick is a bit flummoxed on how to answer that without a common language. He then rummages in his bag and gets out a piece of paper and draws two dots near each end, indicating that one dot is Golarion and the other is Akiton. He then folds the paper to make it look like the two dots are nearly touching then draws an arrow between them.

He then looks at Barlog and says. Magic way join planets. Don't know why. Want to fix.

He sort of pantomimes that bit too.

society: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (12) + 13 = 25

Sideon continues translating, then points at any of the bright lights or strange phenomena that can still be seen.
"Strange and bad."

With his other hand, he waves to encompass the group of pathfinders, then enmeshes his fingers together.
"We fix the lights."

Society: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (12) + 14 = 26

You calm the group enough that they're willing to wait for another Pathfinder come by to cast the full version of comprehend languages, removing all language barriers.

"Glad to help!" Pip says. "Now, find out more about what brought them here!" She takes her clipboard and checks in on the next group.

You may all now speak freely with Barlog, Zaggorn and the other warriors.