GM Valen's PFS 1e 0-7 Among the Living & Among the Dead (Subtier 6-7) (Inactive)

Game Master Lysle

"We should listen to her," mutters one of the frightened nobles.

"I really like that dress," comments another.

"But she controls the undead!"' interjects another. "In fact, I think she's one of them!"

"Quiet, fool. Or you may get us all killed," ushes another.

The Lady eyes the muttering nobles with a sly smile, not saying anything, but letting them all know that she heard them with her look.

“I outrank everyone in the room, your Emperor requires you to save me!”

"Are you sure about zhat, Magistros?" she asks the Emperor's consul with just enough emphasis on his title to sow a little doubt into who exactly these five out-of-towners are.

Bluff : 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (6) + 19 = 25

Leaving the noble to his own doubts and thoughts, she joins Spica as the young wizard examines the items. When she shows the Lady the letter, she leans in closely to read it, letting her long hair brush across Spica's face. She gives a little moue - Oh, yes, I must tell Moo what to do. "Death cult fanatics, dahling? But zhey've got zhe Pathfinder ve're supposed to find. So I guess ve keep looking."

"Moo, here boy," she calls with a little whistle, and the zombie minotaur shuffles up to stand by her side staring lifelessly at the assembled noble hostages.

Check the small rooms to the East and South next?

Spica tries hard not to giggle as her face gets tickled.

Vanessa, could you? He will give lady Vanessa a healing wand.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

And of course he reloaded his revolver.

'rooms to the East and South next?' - sounds good!

@Nikita Volkov: You do not need healing, you weren't injured. You’ve been attacked only once (at the beginning of the second combat), and as you are wearing your armor now, so a 10 doesn't hit you - not even flat-footed.

Rooms to the East and South works for me.

"Are you sure about zhat, Magistros?" she asks the Emperor's consul with just enough emphasis on his title to sow a little doubt into who exactly these five out-of-towners are.

"Well, I should think so, given that I was appointed by Emperor Stavian III himself." The nobleman quietly contemplates aloud. "But, then, there are multiple districts within Oppara Prefecture. And, then, perhaps..." The man's voice comes to a complete silence as "Moo" mooves toward him.

This looks rather ominous love. What do you think?

"You may address me as 'Magistros' or simply 'Your Lordship', should you so prefer as I am within some measure of debt to you, after all. As such, I suppose I could forgive some lapse of the social graces...," The nobleman begins to respond, then has a realization. Oh, I see. You weren't addressing me, just then?"

Looking through the passages into the adjacent areas to the east and southwest, you find only dusty rooms filled with props, costumes, and moldy backdrops and a few of the nobles who had fled into these rooms looking for an exit and are now trying hard to hide both their confusion and embarrassment. The rooms themselves, likely once the humble sleeping chambers for the priests of Aroden, are now clearly used solely for storage.

"Now that my life has been secured from the claws of the undead, what have you planned next?" Magistros Sebastus Hustavan inquires of the party. He holds his nose upon catching a whiff of "Moo" and takes a step away from looming zombie. Making a clear effort to speak while breathing little, he continues. "For I think I, as Magistros and Emperor Stavian III’s consul for the fourth district of Oppara Prefecture, am entitled to know your intentions, am I not?"

The opera hall is your oyster, Pathfinders? Where to, next?

Clear out this infestation of undead presumably Magistros Spica replies. Not exactly what I had in mind tonight but ... duty calls. We should make sure there are no more in hiding.

And now I have answered your question, perhaps you could be so kind to answer mine, yes? How did you and the other come to be hostages in the first place?

And no, I was most assuredly NOT addressing you earlier

Derf gives an audible, "eep" when they pass the letter down to him.

"There's a lot to unpack here. First, somebody killed a Pathfinder. I think Calistria, would be the right deity to pray to, right? Next, there's a stone. I'm not with the Exchange, but it might be valuable. It also might be dangerous."

He takes a deep breath. "As for you fop, find a cubbyhole to hide in, we'll come back for you when it's safe."

Derf is not going to be able to intimidate this guy, especially with the -4 size penalty. Do any of the social types want to dissuade him from being anywhere near us? My Bluff is enough to likely aid, my Diplomacy isn't good. Sorry if my RP messes anything up, but I'm playing an Andoran Liberty's Edge member.

Still leaning in over Spica's shoulder, Vanessa takes in a long deep breath, savoring the young undine's slightly salty body aroma tinged with the perfume they had found in the market during their shopping trip earlier. She lets her breath out slowly to calm herself, straightens up to her full height, and turns her steely gaze upon Hustavan.

"I vill respect your position and title here in your country, Magistros. As I vould expect ov you if you ever come visit my estates ... in Nidal." She lets the implication of what the nobleman could really expect on such a visit hang in the air.

"I agree vith my friend, Magistros, you should remain here. For your own safety. And, if you like, I can leave Moo here to guard you."

She pats the minotaur's rotted fur and turns back to Spica and the BoysV

"Looks like ve have our vork cut out for us. No, it's not vhat ve had planned," she says with a knowing smile at Spica, "But vonce ve find Ser Wuthers, ve can get back to it."

She leans back in to Spica, "Zhough I tsink I vill need a long, hot bath first. I presume you'll join me?"

TBH, she's full on Bluff and Diplo, and Oracles just don't have enough skill ranks to invest in it. So she Intimidates by Bluffing. 

Area F next, then the covered up part that looks like back-stage? 

Spica whispers back. As long as it is not too hot to breathe, sure

She falls into step with Vanessa.

Aid Another on Bluff: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

And now I have answered your question, perhaps you could be so kind to answer mine, yes? How did you and the other come to be hostages in the first place?

"Well, I had come for a night of opera--as did many others, I suppose--noting the form and skill of the actors when, suddenly, a sound like a thousand gongs shook the entire building to its very foundation. This was followed by murmurs within the audience, a mixture of anticipation and curiosity, I gathered. For their part, I noted that the actors and orchestra, had left the stage, disappearing behind the curtains. I--for one--thought this behavior to be highly unusual and--if I must say--an unacceptable ending to the performance!" The Magistros notes as he recounts the events of the evening. "I was preparing to leave my seat to complain to the theater management when, moments after the gong,--and this, too, happened quite suddenly, in my opinion--the doors of the main space crashed open and a horde--and I do not use the term loosely--of these wretched smelling undead flooded into the area!"

"Naturally, I tried to rally a defense--after all, my great grand uncle on my mother's side, had served in the last Army of Exploration under General Orphyrea Amandar in distant Tian Xia and, myself, have taken a few, weekend fencing classes offered at the prestigious Rhapsodic College for which I have received not one--but two--certificates of completion!" The Magistros drones on. "Thus, while may others in attendance this evening were too shocked to run, I--for one--retained my wits about me and promptly sought strategic cover within the storage area."

"To my dismay, an assortment of others--some even being among the unbearded, like many of you--had also found their way into the storage area. Alas, they had made such a ruckus that it alerted that wretched woman with the pick--not to mention her zombie minions--as to location of my tactical vantage before I had had the opportunity to properly to fabricate and sure up suitable defenses," he continues unperturbed. "Calling upon my own wellspring of natural leadership abilities, I tried to organize some resistance against the encroaching undead and--to my credit--I held them off for a time. Yet, even my own resolve was challenged by the onslaught This--it so happens--is what made your eventual arrival so fortuitous. And for that I remain quite grateful!"

He takes a deep breath. "As for you fop, find a cubbyhole to hide in, we'll come back for you when it's safe."

"For your sake--and as in gratitude to your efforts to rescue me--I shall assume that I heard you incorrectly, retorts the Magistros. "As you saw, finding a 'cubbyhole' as you put it--a place with no exit and limited egress--has been attempted and proved--through the spectacles of experience--to be in want as a plan. Thus, I have no intention of leaving your side until such time as this threat has been vanquished!"

"I vill respect your position and title here in your country, Magistros. As I vould expect ov you if you ever come visit my estates ... in Nidal." She lets the implication of what the nobleman could really expect on such a visit hang in the air.

"Well, I--er, regretfully--have never had the opportunity to--er, visit--your distinguished nation," fumbles the Magistros as he struggles to choose his words, "and I am sure your--er, fine-- manors and estates are quite are quite--no doubt--quite lovely and that you make a--er, most pleasant--hostess. Yet, I alas, have no such--er, travel plans--at the present time."

"I agree vith my friend, Magistros, you should remain here. For your own safety. And, if you like, I can leave Moo here to guard you."

She pats the minotaur's rotted fur and turns back to Spica and the BoysV

The Magistros entertains the idea for a time no longer than his glance at the decaying man-beast.

"I think it more prudent to remain together," he urges as he side-steps away from the undead minotaur. The nobleman continues side-stepping until he is adjacent to the dwarf.

Following Vanessa's suggestion, the party heads to the White Entrance, also known as the Actor’s Door. Here, the plain marbled hallway is filled with simple granite pillars, which frame a gruesome sight.

The floor is split by a dirty carpet. Once stained only by a century’s worth of artistic foot traffic, the formerly white carpet is largely stained crimson. Upon it and the surrounding marble floor lie the entwined bodies of multiple combatants. The hands of noble corpses grip daggers, makeshift clubs, and even a gem-encrusted rapier. Mixed in are the twice-dead bodies of zombies, their gray skin fetid and rotting.

A pair of double doors to the west stand closed, as does a smaller door to the south.

A new map of the area (complete with some added corpses) is now on Slides and I have moved the party accordingly.

Do you enter the no-longer-so White Entrance? Do you try to leave? Or do you head elsewhere?

Spica nods politely as the Magistros speaks.

I have no problem with you coming with us Magistros, as long as you do not impede our investigation or get in our way. And who knows, you may be useful as a shield wall. I also agree with your opinion on .... cubbyholes, unless you have a Plan B for an emergency egress once discovered.

She then raises an eyebrow. Unbearded Magistros? Dos this mean all females are excluded from your ... erm ... social standing?

Upon entering the White Entrance she recoils a bit before casting a Detect Magic on the pile of corpses. She will then follow the others to where they wish to go.

"Moo, fetch the sparkly sword," she commands the minotaur upon seeing the rapier, though in fairness, she's not certain he'll be able to follow such an order. And it's not like she needs the rapier anyway, but a good Pathfinder leaves no dead nobleman's treasure behind. Either way, it puts him into the room first.

After reading the letter, the dwarf mumbles something: "Это плохо... очень плохо."

"Signed with Fel... I heard the women shout Fel Bustrani twice. Must be some kind of high ranking priest of this Zyphus cult."

He addresses the Magistros: "Do you know anyone who goes by the name Fel Bustrani?"

at the White Entrance:

When he sees Spica detecting magic, Grunjar casts guidance on her - and on himself, too, before doing the same.

Derf peers into the room beyond the entrance formerly known as white, listening for sounds, and checking for clues. If Zyphus is some kind of trap god, best to be cautious.

Perception: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (12) + 14 = 26

+2 vs traps, +1 danger sense, can I get guidance too, please?

She then raises an eyebrow. Unbearded Magistros? Dos this mean all females are excluded from your ... erm ... social standing?

"Not at all," chimes the Magistros. "Here, within the glorious Empire of Taldor, the 'unbearded' are those who lack the fine bloodline and civilized upbringing of those of us with proper status. About 99% of the population, I would say."

"It is a matter of proper breeding, really, which I must say appears to be missing from some in your party. I did not, however, mean to insult you or the Lady. Indeed, I have quite a fondness for--as you put it-- 'females'." The old man raises an eyebrow in return, which is accompanied by a lecherous grin.

"Moo, fetch the sparkly sword," she commands the minotaur upon seeing the rapier, though in fairness, she's not certain he'll be able to follow such an order. And it's not like she needs the rapier anyway, but a good Pathfinder leaves no dead nobleman's treasure behind. Either way, it puts him into the room first.

The lumbering former minotaur obeys, entering the room filled with dead--none of which stir even as the zombie carelessly squashes recently-diseased flesh with its sizable hooves. The zombie then stops, reaches down, and retrieves the lifeless corpse it stepped on before returning to the Lady and dropping it at her feet.

He addresses the Magistros: "Do you know anyone who goes by the name Fel Bustrani?"

"Why should I?!" The Magistros responds indignantly. "If this man is a cultist, none from my family would ever consort with such! "

Derf peers into the room beyond the entrance formerly known as white, listening for sounds, and checking for clues. If Zyphus is some kind of trap god, best to be cautious.

Derf spies no traps or other hazards within the room.

I assume the tokens on this Map accurately identify each PCs' current location.

What do you wish to do next, Pathfinders? Enter the White Entrance? Try another?

Nikita tries stoically not to notice the annoying aristocrat. He embodied everything that the proletarian rebelled against in his distant homeland... Nikita Volkov sincerely hoped that the taldorian workers would straighten their shoulders and stand up against oppression, throwing off such parasites... But now there was no time for such reflections. Now there were undead here and people were dying. And that was the main thing.

Nikita blessed the revolver in a whisper, from which it lit up like a torch (but without burning the paladin's hand), after which he stood up against the big doors, letting Moo go ahead.

As the Magistros leers at Spica, Spica glares back. She then steps closer to Vanessa.

So do I she replies frostily And any smart comments from you then ....... don't ... just don't

Vanessa reaches out to lightly run her fingers through Spica's hair even as she addresses the Magistros. "Vell - as you put it - I have kvite a fondness for all forms. Zhey all react so differently to Zon-Kuthon's ... ministrations. It's even too bad I didn't meet Moo before he got zombied."

But when the hulking brute returns with a dead body and no sparkly sword, she sighs. "Ve vork vith vhat ve're given, I suppose."

"Come along, Moo," she commands and enters the White Hall. When the Lady decides she wants something - especially something sparkly - she's not one to let it go.

Alrighty, let's do this.

I could try getting it with a Mage Hand Spica offers

I'm sorry, maybe I misunderstood GM. If that glitter is not our yet, then Nikita is standing right at the entrance with a revolver and is preparing to shoot potential new zombies.

Spica attempts to retrieve the sword with a Mage Hand, floating it over to Vanessa if successful.

Spica attempts to retrieve the sword with a Mage Hand, floating it over to Vanessa if successful.

Spica manages to lift the gem-encrusted rapier with some magic and the pointing of her finger, delivering the blade to Vanessa.

As the blade reaches the Lady, Spica, Derf, and Grunjar each hear movement to the south, where they spy a small band of warriors meandering through part of the opera house, looking for anyone brave enough to put up a fight!
Pictures of the trio now on Slides.

Warrior cultists now placed on Slides.

Intermission... of Doom!- Surprise Round Begins!

PCs in bold may take a single standard OR move action

Grunjar
Cultist (black)
Lady Vanessa
Nikita
Derf
Cultist (blue)
Cultist (red)
Spica

Stylish art!

Grunjar puts a hand on Nikita's back and invokes Desna's Blessing, granting him a Bit of Luck

Bit of Luck: Until Grunjar's next turn, any time you roll a d20, you may roll twice and take the more favorable result.

"Well, well. What have we here? More living souls 'brave' enough to put up a fight?" calls one of the cultist's (black) in a gruff, female voice. Her face has been made to resemble a skull. "We've already put down two resistances, but it seems there are still more to slay in the name of our grim lord."

"Follow me, boys and girls," she calls to her companions as she approaches she party, brandishing a heavy pick.
Move

INTERMISSION... OF DOOM!- Surprise Round Cont'd!

PCs in bold may take a single standard OR move action

Grunjar
Cultist (black)
Lady Vanessa
Nikita (bit of luck)
Derf
Cultist (blue)
Cultist (red)
Spica

Derf moves.

Oh great Spica says sarcastically She's pick...ing a fight

"Sure thing, Quint," replies one of the other cultists (blue) as she and the other (red) follow with their own picks.
Move each

INTERMISSION... OF DOOM!- Surprise Round Cont'd/First Full Round Begins!

PCs in bold may take a single standard OR move action

Spica (may take a single standard OR move action only)
First Full Round
Grunjar
Cultist (black)
Lady Vanessa
Nikita (bit of luck)
Derf
Cultist (blue)
Cultist (red)
Spica

Spica casts Haste on her allies.

@GM Valen: I'm sorry, it seems I did not interpret the surprise round correctly. And therefore, Grunjar's action makes no sense (because Nikita is surprised and cannot act) and is wasted (this is entirely my fault). May I ask if I can retcon his standard action into something that makes more sense?

If yes, Grunjar did cast bless on his allies instead. (Is Moo considered an ally? I think so...)
If no, that's ok, of course.

No matter the ruling, these are Grunjar's actions for the first round:

Grunjar puts a hand on Nikita's back and invokes Desna's Blessing, granting him a Bit of Luck.

"Lady Luck, guide his aim - and also his trigger finger!"

Bit of Luck: Until Grunjar's next turn, any time you roll a d20, you may roll twice and take the more favorable result.

The dwarf then moves a bit forward, drawing his cold iron battleaxe and taking a defensive stance. (flavor only)

@GM Valen: I'm sorry, it seems I did not interpret the surprise round correctly. And therefore, Grunjar's action makes no sense (because Nikita is surprised and cannot act) and is wasted (this is entirely my fault). May I ask if I can retcon his standard action into something that makes more sense?

Yes.

[If yes, Grunjar did cast bless on his allies instead. (Is Moo considered an ally? I think so...)

Yes.

["Lady Luck, guide his aim - and also his trigger finger!"

"That one in particular looks menacing!" declares the Magistros, pointing at the nearest cultist. "Don't them hurt me! Your Emperor requires you to save me!”

The skull-faced woman (black) shakes her head, "These ones all need a killin'." She looks over into the orchestra pit and spies Derf. "I'll take care of the little one. Looks like he's already chosen a grave for himself."

The woman's face twists into a devious grin as she hops down into the pit.
Auto success on DC 5 Acrobatics check.

She then swings her pick at the halfling's head.
Melee, +1 heavy pick: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22
Damage (P): 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

"Just stand still and take it!" she cries as the halfling ducks out of the way.

INTERMISSION... OF DOOM!- First Full Round Cont'd!

Party Buffs: bless; haste

PCs in bold may take a single standard OR move action

Grunjar
Cultist (black)
Lady Vanessa
Nikita (bit of luck)
Derf
Cultist (blue)
Cultist (red)
Spica

PCs in bold may take a single standard OR move action

Ignoring this line, as we're into normal rounds now.

Lady Vanesaa tucks the sparkly sword into her bag as she haste-ily sashays out of the macabre White Room to join the others. She blows Spica an air kiss and mouths a silent Tsank you, dahling for the undine's lovely gift.

"Do zhese cults hire minions just for zheir atrocious fashion sense? More skulls? Reeeaaaally?" The disdain in her voice is palpable, but she knows a good solution to the problem. And it goes by the name ...

"MOO! Kill zhem." The minotaur obeys its beloved mistress by moving extra quickly toward the walking fashion-faux-paus' and stopping where it can reach all of them. Hasted but Staggered. Single move action at increased speed. Moved 45 feet.

"And you, be a good girl and kill your friend for me," she commands the female in the Blue-trimmed cloak.

Casting Murderous Command, Will save DC 18 on the Blue cultist.

I should point out that he's not my Emperor Spica replies. I certainly did not vote for him. Just stay behind us and you should be safe

"You know, if it weren't for being murderous cultists, I might listen to your political views."

He grins at the one in front of him.

@GM Can a small creature occupy the square to the south of Derf? If so, I will five foot step there for flank with Moo. Otherwise, I'll stay where I am.

"Nice pick, I think I want it."

Attack #1 - Disarm: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

Add +1 Bless, +1 Haste, +2 Flank if applicable

Derf has a free hand (two in fact) and can grab the pick, rather than having it fall to the ground.

Still grinning, Derf looks up at the cleric.

"Silly priest, you shouldn't pick a fight without a pick. Nikita, if you wouldn't mind, this one should be a sitting duck..."

I think Bless doesn't work for Moo as it is a morale bonus.

I hope I got you rrright and you don't vant me to shoot zis one.

He directs the revolver so as not to shoot Moo in the back, but he has no doubts. Even if he hits into this undead once or twice... which will still have to be laid to rest later... Who cares?

Revolver + Deadly Aim + Smite: 1d20 + 9 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 9 + 4 + 1 = 251d8 + 7 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 + 7 = 22 - vs touch AC
Revolver + Deadly Aim + Smite: 1d20 + 4 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 4 + 1 = 171d8 + 7 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 7 = 21 - vs touch AC

Smite BLUE (spending to LoHs for extra smite) and full attack.

"And you, be a good girl and kill your friend for me," she commands the female in the Blue-trimmed cloak.

Cultist (blue), Will save (DC 18): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

The lead cultist, used to dealing with killing urges, doesn't even flinch.

He grins at the one in front of him.

@GM Can a small creature occupy the square to the south of Derf? If so, I will five foot step there for flank with Moo. Otherwise, I'll stay where I am.

Yes.

"Nice pick, I think I want it."

"Hey!" The woman shouts with surprise as the pick leaves her hand.

The punch bounces off the bones adorning her armor. "You'll have to do better than that, Thief! Now give me back my pick!"

I think Bless doesn't work for Moo as it is a morale bonus.

Correct. Moo is an ally, but is mindless.

I hope I got you rrright and you don't vant me to shoot zis one.

He directs the revolver so as not to shoot Moo in the back, but he has no doubts. Even if he hits into this undead once or twice... which will still have to be laid to rest later... Who cares?

Smite BLUE (spending to LoHs for extra smite) and full attack.

The first shoot expertly pounds the cultist's center of mass, piercing her amor and nearly knocking her over. The second shot, to the unprotected hit, kills her instantly.

Not wanting to tango with Moo, another cultist (red) hops down into the pit with a pick.
I believe that movement still provokes an AoO from Moo.

The cultist then strikes at Derf.
Melee (mwk heavy pick): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
Damage (P): 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

INTERMISSION... OF DOOM!- First Full Round Cont'd/Second Round Begins!

Party Buffs: bless; haste

PCs in bold may act

Spica
Second Round
Grunjar
Cultist (black)
Lady Vanessa
Nikita
Derf
Cultist (blue) -43 HP
Cultist (red)
Spica

IMMEDIATE ACTION - Halfling Opportunist.

As the Cultist swings clearly over his head, Derf grins.

"Down here, dumbass."

Then, as the Cultist pulls the pick back, Menudo grabs at it, hoping to disarm red as well.

CMB check, using Dex due to weapon finesse.: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

It's vs CMD, if successful red takes a -3 penalty and I get +3 on next turn's disarm.

I should conserve my ... larger spells ... for the main threat. These are just obstacles.

She casts [i]Ray of Frost[/b] on Black.
rta: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16 cold: 1d3 ⇒ 1

Grunjar steps back and puts a hand on Nikita's back to invoke Desna's Blessing, granting him a Bit of Luck.

"Now finish them!"

Bit of Luck: Until Grunjar's next turn, any time you roll a d20, you may roll twice and take the more favorable result.

As the cultist jumps into the pit, Moo swings his greataxe hoping to please his Mistress by cutting down her enemies.

Greataxe : 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22
Damage, S : 3d6 + 7 ⇒ (1, 2, 2) + 7 = 12

As the cultist jumps into the pit, Moo swings his greataxe hoping to please his Mistress by cutting down her enemies.

The cultist is deeply cut.

Then, as the Cultist pulls the pick back, Menudo grabs at it, hoping to disarm red as well.

Derf gets the upper hand.

"Give the pick back!" demands the cultist, as she steps back, draws her bow, and fires a pair of arrows!
Ranged mwk shortbow: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
Damage (P): 1d6 ⇒ 6
Ranged mwk shortbow: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Damage (P): 1d6 ⇒ 6

She casts Ray of Frost on Black.

The cultist gets a slight chill.

INTERMISSION... OF DOOM!- Second Round Cont'd!

Party Buffs: bless; haste

PCs in bold may act

Grunjar
Cultist (black) -1 HP
Lady Vanessa
Nikita (bit of luck)
Derf (+3 halfling op)
Cultist (red) -12 HP (-3 halfling op)
Spica

The -3 penalty on red is retroactive, it doesn't carry forward.

Let's see if we can add to Derf's pick collection, shall we?

Disarm with +3: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (16) + 13 = 29

Snatching another weapon into his remaining free hand, Derf takes no chances, as he acrobatically jumps around the unarmed opponents.

Acrobatics to avoid AoOs that they probably don't have: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (16) + 17 = 33Add +5 if the Striding and Springing bonus applies.

Then he looks up at the big stinky think and hopes it's smart enough to take advantage of a flank.

"Moo, make sure to help our little friend, and kill zhe vun in zhe middle," Vanessa politely reminds the hulking zombie in a pleasant, sweet voice.

Not that talking nicely to it makes any actual difference, but it does obey and swings at the woman in Black with the unnecessarily creepy mask.
Greataxe, Flanking : 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 10 + 2 = 31
Damage, S : 3d6 + 7 ⇒ (5, 5, 1) + 7 = 18

"And you," she points to the woman, "DROP zhat bow," she Commands her. Will save DC 17 

smite black

Revolver + Deadly Aim + Smite: 1d20 + 9 + 4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 9 + 4 + 1 + 1 = 341d8 + 7 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 + 7 = 15 - vs touch AC
Revolver + Deadly Aim + Smite: 1d20 + 9 + 4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 9 + 4 + 1 + 1 = 34 - BIT OF LUCK

Revolver + Deadly Aim + Smite: 1d20 + 9 + 4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 9 + 4 + 1 + 1 = 171d8 + 7 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 + 7 = 15 - vs touch AC; HASTE attack

Revolver + Deadly Aim + Smite: 1d20 + 4 + 4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 4 + 1 + 1 = 131d8 + 7 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 + 7 = 20 - vs touch AC

Nikita, shooting from the hip and quietly calling out in prayers to Ragatiel and Lenin, shoots another cultist.

Derf picks off another pick.

Moo cuts deep into the skull-faced woman.

Cultist (black), Will (DC 17): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

Still reeling from the strike, the woman follows the Lady's command.

Nikita's shot ends her life.

Not liking his current position, his lack of a pick, or dwindling numerical disadvantage, the other cultist (red) hastily seeks a better position and starts to reach for his bow.
Withdraw

INTERMISSION... OF DOOM!- Second Round Cont'd/Third Round Begins!

Party Buffs: bless; haste

PCs in bold may act

Spica
Round Three
Grunjar
Cultist (black) -47 HP
Lady Vanessa
Nikita
Derf
Cultist (red) -12 HP
Spica

A Ray of Frost is aimed at Red.
rta: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13 cold: 1d3 ⇒ 3

Derf moves in on the last cultist. With practiced ease, Derf tilts his belt buckle to catch catch the ambient light of the room and flash it into the fool's eyes.

Dirty Trick to blind: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Then, using the magical Haste, he strikes into his foe's liver. Perhaps if they can capture him they can learn more?

unarmed strike, non-lethal: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (16) + 13 = 29

Base damage: 1d4 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

Sneak attack, if applicable: 4d6 ⇒ (4, 2, 6, 1) = 13

With a chill and blow de-liver-ed, the final cultist topples.

COMBAT OVER

What and/or where to next, Pathfinders?

South?