GM Doug's Foundation's Price (Inactive)

Game Master Doug Hahn

"See now, I didn't get trapped all the way back here to become someone's merch. Somethings never change. There is always some group out there willing to capture and exploit others wherever they go."

With his blade drawn scerzaq has little worry for his own well-being. Just that this Captain can't be allowed to live anymore. He scampers across the floor unleashes a fountain of water from his blade into the Captains face as he tries to slash the Captain's throat.

Spellstrike: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
Hero Point: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Shortsword Damage (Slashing): 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Hydraulic Push Spell Damage (Bludgeoning): 3d6 ⇒ (4, 1, 5) = 10 + Knocked Back 5 Feet Crit Damage: 6d6 ⇒ (5, 4, 1, 1, 2, 5) = 18 + Knocked Back 5 Feet

◆ Stride
◆◆ Spellstrike

GAH! The captain cries out in surprise as he is sliced and pushed! Hit but not crit

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Mint is up!

Mint blasts the captain and hobgoblin 2 with an arc of electricity, then raises his shield.

Electric Arc DC 17 REF: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

The captain's muscles judder. The other sailor avoids most of the blast.

Hop to it, ya sea-dogs! The captain points at the dangerous magic. Get the flea-bitten one..

The sailor picks up his bottle in one hand, moves to Scerzaq, and punches him.

Bottle: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
B: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Tadrun then eyes Scerzaq, looking at the great axe in the table and his enemy whose out of reach. Yeah. Yer gonna hurt for that.

He marks Scerzaq as his hunted prey. He steps forward, and tries to clobber him back to the future!

Spiked Gauntlet vs FF: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28
P: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7 doubled to 14
and Precision: 1d8 ⇒ 2 Net 18 HP damage after crit, so Scerzaq is dying 2

He smiles as Scerzaq drops. Ain't so tough now. He turns to his men. Now listen up ye worms, do like I done ta the rest o' 'em!

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Oh Captain, Not My Captain Round 1

Battlemap

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BOLD IS UP!:
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Mint (24/24 HP)
Sailor 2 (-3 HP)
Scerzaq (0/14 HP) │ Dying 2
Captain Tadrun (-20 HP)
➤ Maxel (17/17 HP)
➤ Dramar (20/20 HP)
➤ Aurika (12/12 HP)
Sailor 1 (-0 HP)

Action 1: Stride
Action 2-3: Color Spray

"Mint! Maxel! Let me have a go first!" Aurika says, pushing to the front. She works through the gestures to spray a kaleidoscope of brilliant colours at the two sailors.
Cast Colour Spray, DC 17. Hits 1 and 2

Dramar moves forward towards the captain and raises his shield

Stride, stride, Raise shield

One sailor turns to say something to Aurika right as she casts the spell, and takes the color spray directly in the eyes. The other is hit too, but not quite as badly. Fail; crit fail.

Me eyes! Me eyesssss! scream both the sailors.

Tadrun glowers. I'll keel-haul ye both fer incompetence!

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Oh Captain, Not My Captain Round 1

Battlemap

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BOLD IS UP!:
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Mint (24/24 HP)
Sailor 2 (-3 HP) │ stunned for 1 round and blinded for 1 minute.
Scerzaq (0/14 HP) │ Dying 2
Captain Tadrun (-20 HP)
➤ Maxel (17/17 HP)
Dramar (20/20 HP) │ Shield up, reaction avial
Aurika (12/12 HP)
Sailor 1 (-0 HP) │ stunned 1, blinded for 1 round, and dazzled for 1 minute.

Seeing the crewmates succumb to Aurika's magic, Max boldly moves up beside them as he twirls the head of his whip around faster and faster above his head.

Crafting check to Overdrive, DC 15: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

The icosahedral head begins to glow as it stores kinetic energy from the movement until, suddenly, Max sends it flying at the captain!

Whip vs. Captain: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Lethal Bludgeoning, Overdrive: 1d4 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 2 = 8

◆Stride, ◆Overdrive, ◆Strike

Maxel sends his gear into overdrive, but only slashes the map on the table.

Sailor 1 grabs his bottle of grog and chugs. Alcohol dribbled down his chin and then he belches.

The captain grumbles. Oi! Now's not the time to raffle yer rum rations, ye swine!

The sullen sailor stares back at Tadrun, full of liquid courage.

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Oh Captain, Not My Captain Round 1

Battlemap

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BOLD IS UP!:
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➤ Mint (24/24 HP)
Sailor 2 (-3 HP) │ stunned for 1 round and blinded for 1 minute
Scerzaq (0/14 HP) │ Dying 2
Captain Tadrun (-20 HP)
Maxel (17/17 HP)
Dramar (20/20 HP) │ Shield up, reaction avial
Aurika (12/12 HP)
Sailor 1 (-0 HP) │ dazzled 1 minute

Mint Zaps Tadrun and Sailor 2 again.

Electric Arc DC 17 REF: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

"You're going out of business!"

Sailor 2 falls with a strangled cry, blined and stunned.

Tadrun takes a little damage, ducking behind the deak.

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Oh Captain, Not My Captain Round 2

Battlemap

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BEFORE YOUR TURN:
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Scerzaq: DC 12 Recovery Check

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BOLD IS UP!:
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Mint (24/24 HP)
➤ Scerzaq (0/14 HP) │ Dying 2
Captain Tadrun (-20 HP)
Maxel (17/17 HP)
Dramar (20/20 HP) │ Shield up, reaction avial
Aurika (12/12 HP)
Sailor 1 (-0 HP) │ dazzled 1 minute

Flat Check DC 12: 1d20 ⇒ 2

Crit Fail which would take Scerzaq to Dying 4 so I will use that last Hero Point to stabilize and avoid death.

Scerzaq gurgles and begins to choke on his own blood.

Scerzaq makes some sounds, but stops bleeding.

The captain yanks his battle axe out of the table, and walks over, and swings it at the dangerous halfling wizard!

Yer never gonna get me captain's hat! I ain't no easy prey!

Captain's Axe: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26
Axe time: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10 I think this crits against 16 AC w/ mage armor

The captain drops the other caster.

Which of ye landlubbers is next? he roars.

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Oh Captain, Not My Captain Round 2

Battlemap

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BOLD IS UP!:
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Mint (24/24 HP)
Scerzaq (0/14 HP) │ Unconscious, stable
Aurika (0/12 HP) │ Dying 2
Captain Tadrun (-23 HP)
➤ Maxel (17/17 HP)
➤ Dramar (20/20 HP) │ Shield up, reaction avial
Sailor 1 (-0 HP) │ dazzled 1 minute

Seeing that things look a bit grim for the party, Drama makes a gesture and strikes out with his clan dagger while also muttering some arcane words. He then raises his shield again.

spellstrike - shocking grasp: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

clan dagger: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
shocking grasp: 2d12 ⇒ (5, 11) = 16

Max takes a careful step to his right, trying to take advantage of Dramar's positioning to catch the captain off-guard. He whips the weighted end of his weapon around again, still glowing from the contained energy as he tries to smash it into the side of the captain's head.

Whip vs. flank: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
Lethal bludgeoning, overdrive: 1d4 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 2 = 6

Feeling emboldened, he brings the weapon around for another strike!

Whip vs. flank, 2nd attack: 1d20 + 6 - 5 ⇒ (2) + 6 - 5 = 3
Lethal bludgeoning, overdrive: 1d4 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 3 + 2 = 6

◆Step, ◆Strike, ◆Strike

Tadrun takes a swipe at the spell-steiking magus!

Not My Hat, AOO: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23
S: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Dramar is cut good, but he completes his spell. His clan dagger crackles with fire as it shocks the vile pirate, stopping his heart on the spot.

GAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Uhh, what’s happening, captain? I can’t see…

The sailor flails about for a moment before Maxel’s whip snaps agaist his ear, knocking him out.

We have a dying PC. Does anyone up before Aurika have a way to stabilize or heal her?

Mint stabilizes Aurika.

Out of rounds!

Mint gets out the medicine kit he forgot he had, and gets to work.

TW, Sce: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
TW, Aur: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

Healing for Sce: 4d8 ⇒ (3, 3, 3, 8) = 17
Healing for Aur: 4d8 ⇒ (5, 7, 6, 6) = 24

HUP HUP!

Doctor mint has his friends back in shape in no time!

The office is quiet, but more bloody now. Tadrun's hat has tumbled off his head, and lies on the floor.

Scerzaq draws himself up using the desk as support. He rasps and coughs. He looks around seeing that himself and Aurika took quite a beating. "Looks like we won though." The blood begins to congeal and dry against his fur, pulling on it slightly. "That's going to take a bit to brush out." He looks down at the Captain. "Well should we take his body out a free these slaves Cap'n?" Scerzaq grabs the Captain's hat and places it on Aurika's head.

"Hup. hup!" Mint says as he helps his wounded friends to their feet.

Aurika grins happily as Scerzaq places the hat. "You know, I think I might keep it."

For good measure she takes the captain's battle axe, holding it in a way that she hopes is menacing. "Alright, let's go tell those other sailors that they're unemployed now."

Sorry, did I get healing?

TW Dramar: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Healing: 4d8 ⇒ (1, 5, 2, 4) = 12

With everyone healed, you search the room. In addition to the hat, Tadrun also carries a solid iron key. You also find an ornate compass and a dented spyglass that has seen many years of use.

Mounted on the wall like a trophy f some sort is an ornate dwarven clan dagger. It has dwarven runes that Dramar translates to "Higglesun."

There are two more small rooms in this area, if you wish to explore them. See map The Northern door has a lock.

Or, you can head straight down to mid-decks again.

Aurika tucks the clan dagger into her belt, satisfied at her newly acquired items. "Check the other rooms quick?"

The door is locked, but Tadrum's iron key fits.

Inside is a comfortable bed and expensive furnishing suggest this cabin was once intended for important passengers or dignitaries to travel in luxury.

A red-haired dwarf with a braided beard is tied to a chair, one of his eyes bruised by recent injuries.

Hello there, friends. At least, I hope you are based on the racket I heard in Tadrun's office and the fact you've acquired his hat. He turns so you can see his bruised face and his manacled hands. As you might surmise, Tadrun and I had… differing philosophies on life, especially when it came to things such as the concept of the inherent right for all humanoids to have liberty. Well, would you terribly mind helping a dwarf out? Name's Ganthur. Ganthur Higglesun.

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"Of course." Max moves next to the dwarf, drawing out tools to pick the lock as he goes. "How did you come to be aboard this fleabucket, anyway?"

Scerzaq slits the ropes around the dwarf's wrists and ankles. "You alright? Mint here is a decent healer. We are going to free the rest of the slaves..." He peers out the door to make sure none of the other slave masters heard the commotion. "How many more are there?"

"That's what we're here for!" Mint sees to the dwarf's wounds.

"How did you come to be aboard this fleabucket, anyway?"

He grimaces. "I secured passage on a fishing boat to meet with a ship called the Triumph on the open sea two days ago. Ourr fishing boat was boarded, and Tadrun took everyone captive. The Triumph descended upon the Swift Huntress as it headed to Sedeq. They gave as good as they got, each ship unable to continue the fight. I’m surprised we made it to port—and I hope the Triumph is still afloat somewhere!”

"How many more are there?"

"Hard to tell how many more. There's probably a handful down in the mid-decks overseeing the bailing. And there's Nar the cook, but he's more of a servant than a bad person. He's in the galley at the stern.

If you free tha captives I can help them find a better future somewhere else. Sadly, I'm too hurt to help you with that myself.

You may remember hearing Ganthur's first name before as well as his last name.

You untie Ganthur, and he says he'll wait there for the moment.

The other room up here contains two hammocks — one big and one small — draped in the corners of the room. Opposite the door, papers bearing the sigil of Sedeq’s port authority and a well-used abacus rest on a small table. A thick tome lays open in the middle, its pages filled with dates and numbers written by a heavy hand.

A large chest rests under the table.

Mint stands at the chest ready to fight should something aggressive pop out.

Maxel, the only PC searching, doesn't notice any traps.

Aurika takes a moment to look over the tome.
Society: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

But she's distracted by the presence of the chest. Knowing that these things can be trapped, she gives it a once over before opening it.

If it's locked, she will use her tools to open it
Thievery: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

Society (Untrained): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

Scerzaq grabs ahold of the handle on the chest and drags it out from underneath the table. "Probably all the decent items they looted taking out the other ships." He helps Aurika open the chest.

"Speaking of which," Scerzaq pulls out a small clan dagger and flips it around, handing it to Ganthur handle first. "This yours?"

Society: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

"Huh. Ship's broke. They were gonna sell all the folks downstairs when they got here, but need them to keep this tub afloat. Ganthur here, it seems, was bound for some other port. Says here he has 'unique affiliations', whatever that means."

Dramar takes a look at the book.

Society: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

None of you understand what's in the ledgers. Probably a good idea to take them anyway.

Aurika checks for traps and opens the chest… unfortunately she (and Maxel) missed the crude alarm snare. When she opens the lid, a pile of bells tumbles down from the ceiling — clanging and clashing loud enough to make your ears ring!

You hear shouting from belowdecks: NAR! HOW MANY TIMES I TOL' YA — DON'T MESS WITH ME STUFF! HERE I COME, TA GUT YA GOOD! You hear people stomping around belowdeck, coming up… inside the chest are a few coins and a bird feather token.

You have 2 rounds to prepare for combat or come up with some plan to avert it.

"Bells!" Mint punches at the bells as they fall. "Take that, and that, and that!" Before realizing what's happening.

Aurika quickly pulls out a sheet of parchment from her backpack, folding it in half. "Ok, the story is I just bought the ship off the captain. He's left them, and I'm going to tell them that they are unemployed now. If they buy it, great. Else... we fight."

You come out onto the decks to meet this new hobgoblin. Out from belowdecks huggs a corpulent hobgoblin wearing a dirty officer's uniform. He has three friends with him.

NAR! Where're Ye? Ye made me climb tha stairs — he huffs — more punishment comin' yer way!

He stops and looks at you. Who're ye? An' why're ye wearin' Tadrun's hat? Your two sides stand on opposite sides of the deck. A breeze ruffles Aurika's hair.

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Max keeps a grip on his weapon, waiting for his more talkative allies to take the lead.

Scerzaq leans calmly against the wall. "You may do well to speak a bit more tactfully when address the Cap'n of the ship." He nods to Aurika.

Go ahead and make a check — diplomacy, intimidate, bluff — however you want to flavor it, captain!

Aurika removes the hat, using it in her mock bow to the hobgoblin. "You heard right. That's Scerzaq, and he's my First Mate. You see, I have this hat because I bought it, along with everything else on the ship, and the ship itself. It's all mine."

She continues with a broad smile. "Tadrun sold me a fixer upper, and laughed at me given how much coin I gave him, but so it goes. I see potential, and like a good project."

"Oh, and Tadrun has your severence pay. Said he was going to go drink, but I admit he didn't say which tavern," she feigns a look of concern. "You probably should go find him soon, else he might drink your coins away."
Deception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Deception (Halfling Luck): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Vaggas the Fanatic, the quartermaster, eyes Aurika… and the hat. Ya gots the captain's hat. And we're tired o' bailin' this stinkin' tub anyways… or… watchin' them other ones bail. He gestures to his men. Come on lads. before he departs, he gives Aurika a look. Can I get me stuff from the quarters? Or did Nar steal it? That theivin' good fer nothin' goblin cook… probably cookin' sea-rocks an' mud or somesuch. Like to poison us.

Success, but he seems to be referring to a cook you have not yet met. Remember, he came up here because you set off the alarm trap on his chest of personal gear.

"I'm not gonna lie. I haven't seen no goblin cook. I heard the noise too, and had my crew check it," Aurika says. She looks to Scerzaq. "You said there was an empty chest, right?"

When Scerzaq sees the knowing look and nods, she turns back to Vaggas. "I'm guessing the goblin saw the opportunity and has now flown the coop. Sorry."

She shrugs.

Scerzaq comes off of the wall. "'Fraid it was empty when we were looking around the room. We will be here for awhile if you want to go to the taverna nd speak with Tadrun. Goblins, what can a say." He shrugs.

Aurika's lie seems to be going well and the hobgoblin starts to stride away. Then he pauses. Huh? Crit fail on aid

In the end, though, his anger gets the better of him. Yeah, Nar probably nicked me stuff when he knew we was goin' off the ship. Well…, I'll get him! He quickly gets into a lifeboat and has his hobgoblin crew row off.

As you wave goodbye to the former quartermaster, a tuneless singing emanates from the galley:

Turn the ladle, fire the pot
Thicken it like goblin snot.
Add the captain's salty sock
to flavor dwarven cooking stock.

From behind the door comes the sound of breaking glass, a WHOOSH, and a mad cackle.