Pirate 3-01 (Inactive)

Game Master Pirate Rob

Yarr

Precious is often mistaken for a child's toy; the tiny knght of Sarenrae wears a helmet made from a thimble and he us carried around on the shoulder of his squire, a one-eyed peasant named Pouk.

Precious's dented plate armor is painted with a crooked yellow sun that has a smiley face. He wobbles around when he carries his lance, which is one size too big for him.

A little voice echoes inside the helmet. "I'm Sir Precious Thimble, a real actual knight!"

Pouk nods. "Yessir, that's right an' true. An' I'm Sir Precious's squire, Pouk. A real life squire, ain't I? Found each other in Lastwall, we did." He vigorously scratches his behind.

"I was a casualty!" says Precious. "And now I'm a knight!" He pats a tattered book of Shivalry at his side. "If you believe you're a knight hard enough, then you're a knight. That's the rules."

Our adventure begins in the Grand Lodge of Absalom, where Venture-Captain Ambrus Valsin has summoned you. Soon you will find Rain in Cloudy Day standing on a chair behind a large oak desk covered with documents and desperately asking for your help. In the meantime though feel free to introduce yourselves.

An orange catfolk woman wears a green shirt loosely over her hide armor. A shiny bugle hangs around her neck. She brushes crumbs out of her fur.

"Hi there, Sir Precious Thimble! It's so nice to meet a knight! I'm Neely Mc Highbranch, and I'm a lumberjack by trade."

"As am I!" a gray catfolk wearing an orange and black plaid shirt over studded leather armor, a harmonica poking out of the shirt pocket. Hatchets dangle from loops at either hip, the one on the right inscribed with several runes. "Benji Leafstomper's the name. Good to meet you!"

Hopefully Glen will catch up soon. Also, 2 hero points to everybody(after glyphs)

Finding the aforementioned Rain behind a desk, they speak rapidly, without giving you time to interrupt.

“Ah, you’ve arrived! What a relief! I’m a bit overwhelmed at the moment, and I could use your help. The Pathfinder Society leadership is in a closed-door meeting right now, reviewing the latest news from Iobaria, the distant land where the Society has focused its efforts of late. I can’t wait to hear more about all the interesting things our agents discovered there! But, while they’re busy, I’ve been asked to catalog the flood of correspondence from our Inner Sea lodges. Just look at all these letters! Ambrus—that is, Venture-Captain Ambrus Valsin—asked me to sort and summarize all of it, but there’s so much! And, I’m not ashamed to admit that with my relative inexperience, all of it seems urgent! I’ve got to put a report together, but I’m overwhelmed by all the unfamiliar names and places! Here, take these letters. See what you can make of them. I’d hate to miss something important and disappoint the venture-captain, and I think the meeting is almost over.”

The 6 letters Rain provides you are available on the slides. Each of you will need to choose 1-2 exclusive letters to analyze and let me know your bonuses to secret recall knowledge checks for the letter(s) you have chosen. (As well as any hero point spending preferences regarding said secret checks)

Ummm… Precious hops off Pouk's shoulder and onto the table. Are any of these stories about Shivalry? He stomps around in his armor, tearing paper and searching for interesting words such as "KILL," "IMPALE," "REVENGE," and "BLOOD" and other knightly turns of phrase.

Untrained in all these skills. Pouk is +6 crafting (Taldor) but another PC may be better at that. I'll take whatever is last and roll at +0 and spend a hero point if I crit fail.

A man who you would guess is in his 80s rides up atop a magnificent white horse and swings himself out of the saddle before strolling into the meeting. Despite his obvious age, his face is heavily caked with powder and makeup to make what can only be described as a misguided attempt to conceal that fact.

"Hold, Bucephalus!", he says to his horse, who takes his reigns in his mouth and backs away to the side of the building.

"My sincere apologies for being late. The rabble choking the streets is even worse than usual today! All the same I am here and pleased to introduce myself as the Grand Marshall Hieronymous St-Jean Magdalen Featherstonehaugh. You may simply call me the Grand Marshall for short. You already met Bucephalus, who is a most extraordinary steed and a star in his own right."

The Grand Marshall will do his best to analyze the letter regarding his home town of Oppara in Taldor (Society +5) and Qadira (Society +5).

I have an extra hero point for the campaign coin. I will spend one if I crit fail.

Benji lounges back in his chair, waiting for everyone else to select from the pile of letters before idly reading through whatever's left.

+5 PFS Lore on whichever two letters are leftover after everyone else chooses. Will use a Hero Point on his first crit failure.

"My sincere apologies for being late. The rabble choking the streets is even worse than usual today!"

Pouk bows to the Grand Marshal. "That must’ve been us, Sir. We’re much worse than your typical rabble, Sir. Right sorry to have choked the streets an’ delayed ya, sir."

Precious gazes up at Grand Marshall Hieronymous St-Jean Magdalen Featherstonehaugh, immediately forgetting the swashbuckler's name. "WOW! Are you a real knight too, Grand-pa Marshal?" He drops the letter he was pretending to read. "Someday I'll get a mean old mule and ride it into battle, just like a real knight."

Pouk looks hurt. "I do my best in the meantime to carry ya, Sir Precious. We make do just fine. I ain't no ass, but I aspire, Sir."

"No need to apologize, but I am no knight. I am the Grand Marshall of the annual parade at the cavalry academy in Oppara. Or at least I was, until those fools put me out to pasture like I was some sort of old man. Why, I am barely a day over 49! I slipped their grasp at my first opportunity, I can assure you!"

He winks at Precious and smiles. Despite his acerbic and sometimes biting words, it is hard not to find Hieronymous charming and charismatic, even if you don't wish to, like he is a lovable but inappropriate grandfather set loose on the world.

"See, this is why I stick to the forest. Ain't no traffic out there, and even if there was you could just chop down a few trees and make a new path!"

No hero points spent.

Things learned:

Cheliax: Varian Jeggare is a half-elven wizard. He is almost always accompanied by his bodyguard Radovan and his faithful dog Arnisant. He runs a secret lodge from his manor in Cheliax, a nation known for its ties to devils and authoritarian rule where most Pathfinder activity is forbidden. The Grand Lodge’s own archivist, Zarta Dralneen, was once a paracountess of Cheliax before becoming the leader of the Dark Archive, a former Pathfinder faction devoted to finding dangerous relics and occult knowledge.

About 10 years ago, Varian Jeggare found and returned the infamous Lacuna Codex—a book of powerful, evil spells—to the Decemvirate in Absalom.

Qadira: Qadira is the westernmost satrapy of the great Padishah Empire of Kelesh. Qadira once commanded its own faction within the Society, which it used to promote its trade interests across the Inner Sea. That faction eventually became the Exchange, a group more broadly dedicated to influence via commerce.

Taldor: The nation of Taldor, once a sprawling empire, has long sought to restore its former glory. Lady Gloriana Morilla is a former venture-captain who supported the rise of Taldor’s new monarch, Grand Princess Eutropia. Muesello is the current venture-captain, and he spends much of his time tinkering with custom wayfinders for Pathfinder agents.

Rain in Cloudy Day is grateful for all your help, and jots down notes in hod book. He seems especially interested in any notes regarding the old factions from before his time as a Pathfinder.

Rain exclaims "How interesting... I wonder if any of these are related. I bet Venture Captain Valsin will appreciate it even more if I write another report with some extra analysis! Now lets..."

Just then A tall man with tan skin and dark, meticulously groomed hair throws open the doors and strides into the office: Venture- Captain Ambrus Valsin clearly has something urgent on his mind. Rain in Cloudy Day jumps up to interrupt him, proclaiming that the report summarizing the correspondence is ready. The venture-captain, taken aback, accepts the journal that Rain shoves into his hands. Rain watches expectantly as Valsin skims the report.

Ambrus Valsin nods to those gathered and says in a gruff voice, “Ah, yes. Thank you Rain, agents. Let me see… this is all quite worrying! Your thoroughness is praiseworthy. Unfortunately, we cannot act on any of this right now. Another urgent matter has come up, right on our doorstep. I need agents to go to the Blakros Museum and meet with Curator Adjutant Seshuun, who is temporarily in charge. I do not have any details, but she’s requested the Society’s immediate presence, and she seems upset. We’ve worked hard to establish a working relationship with the museum, and I do not want it to fall to pieces now with everything else going on. Please help the curator with anything she may need, and if you can, try to make a good first impression."

“Rain and I will remain here and bring this report to the Society’s leadership. Some of this is quite serious, and we’ll take it all the way to the Decemvirate if needed!”

"Understood. We will be the essence of diplomacy and tact, though I may wish to inquire after the donation I made to the museum many years ago, and whether it is yet on display? A rare Linnorm tusk from the farthest reaches of the North, in fact. Believe me it is not an easy task to pry one loose, much less when the beast was engaged in the act of congress with another Linnorm at the time."

The Grand Marshall stares wistfully off into the middle distance.

Deception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22

Rain nods enthusiastically "I'm going to work on these connections, here are some extra supplies, ya'll probabably need them more than me."

Rain will provide the party with a total of 4 minor healing potions and 1 total of the following: acid flask OR alchemist’s fire OR tanglefoot bag,
OR thunderstone (all lesser).

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Arriving at the Blakros Museum you find gardeners and landscapers busily hauling plants and building materials through the gardens that flank the path leading to the imposing, multistory building that is the Blakros Museum.

Its outer walls are crafted almost entirely from a single chunk of volcanic rock. A woman stands near the entrance, speaking with several of the workers in a calm yet commanding voice. She has deep blueish-purple skin and vibrant teal markings, denoting her ancestry as one of the aquatic azarketi.

Seshuun introduces herself. "I am Seshuun, the interim curator. Nigel is on... leave. Please tell me what business you have here"

"Hi there, Seshuun! Ambrus Valsin asked to come here and meet with you! We're Pathfinders!"

"That's right! My name's Benji, this is Neely. What can we help you with?"

"We are here from the gov.., err the Pathfinder Society, and we are here to help! I could not find your stables, so you will find my horse Bucephalus is out front."

We left Pouk out there with the horse, Grandpa Marshal. Maybe he knows how to take care of it.

Precious looks at Seshuun. He looks at all the plants. You need help right? What's the job? Chop down some of these plants so they fit inside easier? Neeli and Benji are lumberjacks!

She looks down her nose somewhat at you.

“So, you’re the ones Valsin sent to fix this mess. No, not the gardens. Nothing needs chopping. The shipment! You know, the relics? The Iobarian relics? Surely you can explain why the shipment hasn’t been delivered yet. The Sixwing Drake should have arrived with the relics by now, but I’ve heard no word. We can make the gardens look as authentic as we want, but nobody is going to visit an empty exhibit. The recent business with the curator, Nigel Aldain, has tarnished the museum’s reputation enough as it is. I can’t allow the Society’s delays to cause further problems. You look like you might have questions. Please tell me you can help?”

Clearly not only does she have a problem that she thinks is the Society's fault but she's also in a foul mood about it. Ambrus Valsin would surely appreciate any smoothing over of tensions you could manage here.

DC 18 Diplomacy to make an impression, or a very easy check if you have something intelligent to say about Academia, Azarketi or Iobaria by an appropriate lore (Which I don't think we have any of)

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30

"Over the years, the Pathfinder Society has come to the aid of the Blakros Museum many times from what I have heard from the 'old-timers' around the lodge. I can assure you that this team was hand-picked to sort out this problem in an efficient fashion and ensure the good reputation of this venerable institution is not tarnished in any way. And we will do it with such style that your exhibit will be improved by the story we will have to tell!

Please leave it to us. We will sort this out forthwith!"

As a real knight, I have to do my best to help even if you are mean to me, or think I'll be bad at it!

Plus I don't even pay attention to museums unless they have displays of shiny arms and armor, so I am coming at the problem with fresh eyes and a sharp lance.

Diplomacy (T): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

"I'm sure we can help! As you can imagine, there are a lot of people in the Society, and none of us were personally involved with the delivery of the relics, so I don't think we have any immediate knowledge, but don't you worry. We'll get to the bottom of it!"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12

Hero Point for Precious. Also 2 successes is enough.

She nods and you can see the tension ease from her shoulders "My apologues for being so brusque, this job is rather stressful and it's easy to get frustrated. I'm truly grateful for your help."

She reaches into her satchel and pulls out a torch that burns with no heat and an onyx pug figurine "Perhaps later you can let me on on Nigel's secrets for keeping his cool, but for now take Dusty and the light."

She pauses for the briefest of giggles "Maybe they'll help you find the missing cargo down at the docks. Just treat dusty well"

"Don't worry, we'll take good care of him!"

Neely whistles cheerfully as the group heads to the docks.

Your journey from the Blakros Museum to the docks doesn’t take long.

The waterfront teems with activity and the sights and sounds of one of the Inner Sea’s largest ports.

It's easy enough to find Hansara Molnesh, the tall, broad-shouldered Garundi harbormaster.

"Alright, finish loading those barrels." she instructs some dock workers, pointing towards a sleek, blue-sailed ship emblazoned with the name Sixwing Drake in faded paint.

She then looks to you "What's your business?"

"Hello, ma'am, sorry to bother you. We're Pathfinders, trying to find out the status of the Sixwing Drake here. Could you tell us if it's been unloaded yet, and if so where the cargo is?"

The harbormaster frowns in confusion. “Someone already came by to get the shipment. At least… I think they did? They were… hmm. To be honest, I can’t remember. Come to think of it, everything that happened this morning is all… cloudy. Wait, why are the workers loading cargo on the ship?!”

She turns to the crew gathered on the docks and the Sixwing Drake and shouts, “Hey, listen up! The Pathfinders are here for the shipment! Let’s get to work!”

Moments later, a dockhand on the upper deck steps rigidly toward a stack of barrels and says something inaudible over the din of the harbor.

A series of massive explosions obliterates the Sixwing Drake, spewing flames and charred debris onto the docks!

The dozen surviving dockworkers stumble about in awe for a moment before Hansara Molnesh commands them to start putting out the mundane fires that threaten to spread to other docks. She shouts to you, “We’ll take care of the fire—you handle those living flames!”

A pair of unusually large (Small) rats made out of fire hop of the burning remains of the Six Wing Drake and eye you in a menacing fashion.

Initiative:

Precious
Benjii
Mr Featherstonehaugh
Fiery Dots
Fiery Dashes
Neely

Precious, Benjii, Mr Featherstonehaugh are up!

We'll say everybody has a single action to prepare pre-combat as the rats scurry off the sinking ship.

Benji draws one of his axes (the fancy one with the runes) when the commotion starts (pre-combat action). As the rats scurry off the ship, he draws the other one and begins to click them together in a rhythmic pattern designed to fill his allies with courage as he moves up to the edge of the water.

◆Interact to draw, ◆Stride, ◆Cast inspire courage.

Inspire Courage +1!

Precious is awed by the explosion. AWESOME!! … Umm… I mean, oh no!

He draws his oversize lance and totters to the end of the dock, toward the rats. Chaaarge!

Striking Lance +1, IC: 1d20 + 11 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 11 + 1 = 23
P, IC: 2d8 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (6, 4) + 4 + 1 = 15

Draw before combat, stride stride strike

While Benji gets out a second axe and inspires his allies Precious charges into danger!

Hmm it seems a little hazy over there, maybe a lot hazy!

concealment DC 5: 1d20 ⇒ 9

It giver previous no trouble though.

Precious will need 2 fort saves (DC 22) vs an inhaled fire aura though. Anybody else entering an aura will need to save as well.

"Huzzah! Have at them my friends!"

Hieronymous takes out a small mirror to check his makeup and collar are suitable for a public display and then uses One for All to aid his ally Neely.

Diplomacy+4 for Cooperative Nature: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (11) + 15 = 26

He will gain panache since he made the Very Hard DC

Leaving Bucephalus behind, he charges in closer with his Aldori Dueling Sword in hand.

Hieronymous gets ready for combat in a variety of ways.

Rather than make any use of tactics the rats just nibble at the nearest target, trying to eat Precious.

Jaws: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22
More Jaws: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Most Jaws: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (2) + 0 = 2

Jaws4, Jaws Harder: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11
It's a good day to Jaws: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11
Jaw: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (1) + 0 = 1

hit: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
crit: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

The unwounded rat is immensely effective, while the other rat is not.

Initiative:

Precious (41/70) (2xfort DC 22 vs Sickened 1)
Benjii
Mr Featherstonehaugh
Fiery Dots
Fiery Dashes (-15)
Neely

Everybody is up!

Benji hisses at the nearer of the fiery rats as he moves forward, keeping time with his hatchets as he goes. When he gets just to the edge of the smoke, he hurls the fancier of his hatchets at the rat in time with the rhythm, the weapon flying back into his hand without missing a beat!

+1 returning hatchet (ranged) vs. yellow dots, IC: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 8 + 1 = 20
Slashing, IC: 1d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 3 + 1 = 10
Concealment: 1d20 ⇒ 2

◆Stride, ◆Cast inspire courage, ◆Strike

Inspire Courage +1!

Neely draws an axe as he sees the impending combat.

"Thanks, Hieronymous! Thanks, Benji!" She runs up and starts swinging!

Fort save against smoke: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21

concealment check: 1d20 ⇒ 14

Battleaxe, inspired, aided: 1d20 + 12 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 12 + 1 + 1 = 27
ouch!: 1d8 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 1 = 9

Stride 2x, Strike

Fort (E): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29
Fort (E): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31

RWWWARRGH can't a knight just watch some property damage explosions in peace?! Precious flies off the handle in a knightly killing rage. He tries to shish kabob the closest rat! Dashed

DC 5 Flat: 1d20 ⇒ 3
Striking Lance +1 vs Dashed, IC: 1d20 + 11 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 11 + 1 = 24
P, Raging, IC: 2d8 + 4 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (6, 2) + 4 + 6 + 1 = 19

DC 5 Flat: 1d20 ⇒ 15
Striking Lance +1 vs Dashed, IC: 1d20 + 11 - 5 ⇒ (16) + 11 - 5 = 22
P, Raging, IC: 2d8 + 4 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (8, 4) + 4 + 6 + 1 = 23

Benji inspires their allies but misses a rat through the smoke.

Neely gerts in there and hacks at the dotted one, landing a solid blow.. (Not quite a crit)

Precious lands a powerful blow on the rear rat, but it's not enough to end the fiery creature.

Our heroes don't choke on the smoke as well.

Initiative:

Precious (41/70)
Benjii
Mr Featherstonehaugh
Fiery Dots (-9)
Fiery Dashes (-38)
Neely

Mr Featherstonehaugh is up!

"Have at you!", Hieronymous shouts as he charges into the smoke.

Fort Save vs smoke: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

He chokes and gags on the smoke.

He swings his sword confidently at the rat.

Confident Finisher: 1d20 + 10 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (17) + 10 + 1 - 1 = 27

Concealment: 1d20 ⇒ 1

Swoosh!

He the takes an action to ready a duelling parry (+2 to AC)

Hieronymous is sickened by the smoke, and can't find the rat. He does prepare a parry however!

The rats continue their nearly mindless assault on the cute little Poppet.

chomp: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24
chompers: 1d20 + 10 - 5 ⇒ (17) + 10 - 5 = 22
chompest: 1d20 + 10 - 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 - 10 = 6

piercing: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
piercing: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

chomp: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16
chompers: 1d20 + 10 - 5 ⇒ (12) + 10 - 5 = 17
chompest: 1d20 + 10 - 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 - 10 = 17

Once again one of the rats is mighty effective while the other has no luck.

Also, Precious is on fire!

Precious (25/70) (Fire, Bad 1d4)
Benjii
Mr Featherstonehaugh
Fiery Dots (-9)
Fiery Dashes (-38)
Neely

Everybody is up!
If you enter or start your turn in an aura DC 22 fort or be sickened 1. Nothing worse on a crit fail and not cumulative.

concealment: 1d20 ⇒ 17

Neely coughs but still gets a solid hit in!

Initiative:

Precious (25/70) (Fire, Bad 1d4)
Benjii
Mr Featherstonehaugh
Fiery Dots (-20)
Fiery Dashes (-38)
Neely

Fort save: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

Neely chokes on the smoke.

"You little jerks! Making it smell like burning trees!"

Neely draws her second axe and swings once with each.

Battleaxe: 1d20 + 12 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 12 - 1 + 1 = 26
ouch!: 1d8 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 1 = 11

Battleaxe Double Slice: 1d20 + 10 - 1 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 10 - 1 + 1 = 14
ouch!: 1d8 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 1 = 10

Precious glares at the rat. You think I care about fire!? I'm a KNIGHT we're INFLAMMABLE! Unknowingly true to his word Precious sizzles, his body spluttering with flame despite his bluster.

Flat DC 5: 1d20 ⇒ 18
Intimidation (E) vs Dashes: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26 Raging Intimidation Glare

Flat DC 5: 1d20 ⇒ 7
Striking Lance +1, IC vs Dashes: 1d20 + 11 - 5 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 11 - 5 + 1 = 21
P, Raging, IC: 2d8 + 4 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (8, 7) + 4 + 6 + 1 = 26

Flat DC 5: 1d20 ⇒ 11
Striking Lance +1, IC vs Dashes: 1d20 + 11 - 5 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 11 - 5 + 1 = 16
P, Raging, IC: 2d8 + 4 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (1, 1) + 4 + 6 + 1 = 13

Flat v being on fire: 1d20 ⇒ 7
1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Turns out, not fireproof. Weakness to fire damage equal to one-third level (minimum 1); added to slashline. I think this puts Precious at 19 HP.

"Even the smallest among us fights with the heart of a lion! Fight on, little poppet!"

One for All to Aid: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (20) + 15 = 35

Crit success for +2 to Precious next attack!

He swings at the rat with a confident finisher.

Confident Finisher: 1d20 + 10 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (9) + 10 + 1 - 1 = 19

Concealment check: 1d20 ⇒ 18

Damage: 1d8 + 2d6 ⇒ (2) + (2, 2) = 6

Wow

He then prepares to parry (+2 AC)

Was working on my post before the one from Precious appeared

Precious glares at dashes before finishing it off with a mighty blow!

His second swing does not go so well, and he's on fire.

Mr Featherstonehaugh does land a blow on the remaining rat however.

Initiative:

Precious (20/70) (Fire, Bad 1d4)
Benjii
Mr Featherstonehaugh
Fiery Dots (-26)
Neely

Cat B is up!

Benji grumbles as the old swashbuckler steps in front of him, but continues clacking his hatchets together in the oddly inspiring rhythm. He subtly alters his beat, switching to double time and hitting every fourth note harder for eight bars. When he does, brightly glowing sparks fly from his hatches, landing on Precious where they seem to soothe the poppet's wounds!

Soothe to heal Precious (2nd level): 2d10 + 8 ⇒ (8, 1) + 8 = 17

"Stay in the fight!"

◆Cast inspire courage, ◆◆Cast soothe (2nd) on Precious

EDIT: It occurs to me that I might actually need to make a concealment check to target Precious in the smoke. If so, here it is:

Benji inspires his allies and heals Precious.

The remaining rat continues to chew on the poppet.

chompers: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20
chompers: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
chompers: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (5) + 0 = 5

fire bite: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
12 total

Precious burns!

Initiative:

Precious (25/70) (Fire, Bad 1d4)
Benjii
Mr Featherstonehaugh
Fiery Dots (-26)
Neely

Everybody is up!

Thanks for healing the person using bad tactics!

Precious glares at the last rat and howls. "You're so DEAD!"

Flat DC 5: 1d20 ⇒ 19
Intimidation (E) vs Dashes: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19

Flat DC 5: 1d20 ⇒ 3
Striking Lance +1, IC vs Dashes: 1d20 + 11 - 5 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 11 - 5 + 1 = 10
P, Raging, IC: 2d8 + 4 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (1, 6) + 4 + 6 + 1 = 18

Flat DC 5: 1d20 ⇒ 17
Striking Lance +1, IC vs Dashes: 1d20 + 11 - 5 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 11 - 5 + 1 = 26
P, Raging, IC: 2d8 + 4 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (3, 4) + 4 + 6 + 1 = 18

Flat v being on fire: 1d20 ⇒ 9
Fire, weakness: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

"My shivalry book say knights are "inflammable" whyyyy whyyyy" He gazes down at the water.

Neely runs around to flank the remaining rat!

concealment: 1d20 ⇒ 1
Battleaxe vs flat-footed: 1d20 + 12 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 12 + 1 = 19
ouch!: 1d8 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 1 = 13

concealment: 1d20 ⇒ 14
Battleaxe Double Slice vs flat-footed: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 10 + 1 = 16
ouch!: 1d8 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 1 = 8