[ACO] PF2e 03-06: Struck By Shadows (P3) (Inactive)

Game Master UncleFroggy

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Your adventure begins in the Grand Lodge of Absalom, where Venture-Captain Ambrus Valsin has summoned you to receive their next assignment. A preliminary note has notified you about a task in Osirion, and you're likely prepared for the desert mission.

You're not quite in the same room as Ambrus. Call it either a waiting room or the lobby. Please introduce yourselves here (there won't be much time once the scenario officially starts)...

"Harrumph!" Zendel clears his throat disapprovingly as he strides into Anteroom 221 B, staring at the dusty leather furniture. There was a month's coating of dust and even a few spiderwebs. And what sort of impression would that leave, if all Pathfinders arrived to their missions with grubby seats on their pants? "Outrageous."

He spends a minute prestidigitating the furniture and the room until the whole place is sparkling, and smells of fresh lemons. "Much better." He himself is impeccably dressed in an Oprak dress military uniform, monocle, and turban.

Then his eyebrows raise as he sees an old friend coming through the door. "KaLang, delighted to see you old chap!" He grins, speaking the goblin tongue in a perfect Oprak accent. "What have you been doing with yourself since our last mission? I'm dying for a good gossip!"

A hobgoblin in armor comes striding into the room. Those familiar with his culture should not be surprised that he has a halberd and bow. Somewhat surprising is the symbol of Irori he wears on a chain about his neck. Following him is a human in simple robes decorated with Irori’s symbol.

“Ah, Zendel! Good to see you.” He gives what looks like a practiced smile, careful not to show any teeth as he strides forth and extends his hand for a handshake.

“Most recently? Someplace called Sedeq over to the East and then they sent me into that wasteland called the Gravelands! Of the two, Sedeq was much nicer.”

Gesturing to the human, he says “I don’t know if you’ve met. This is Tandel. He has been giving me useful advice on self improvement.”

The human gives a nod of his head in greeting.

A young female gnome with wavy aquamarine hair, amethyst eyes, and golden oak skin pokes her head in the door. "Hi! Is this Anteroom 221 B? Ooh! It smells lemony fresh! I was expecting dusty, with a boring name like that. I'm Salaish Talenduth. Nice to meet you! And you are...?" She extends her hand to KaLang, including Zendel with an open, friendly glance.

As she approaches, it's apparent that she doesn't really use the weapons strapped to her very often. The rapier is tucked into her belt in the back at an awkward angle, as is the sheath for her dagger. Her clothing is practical, though, especially her shoes. Some boots were made for walking; hers were made for *trekking*.

KaLang shakes her hand and says “I’m KaLang, a warrior from Oprak. Pleased to meet you.” The handshake is loose and gentle.

Zendel sweeps a bow to the new arrival, his eyes lighting up at the mention of lemony fresh smell to the room. Finally, someone who appreciates cleanliness! Then he steals another look at the cheerful bard. And a rather cute someone, at that.

"It's an honor, milady Sailash! I am Zendel and also from Oprak. Where are you from, if I may ask?"

Earlier...

A goblin in a draconic jump-suit stumbles into the Anteroom, beholding an odd (at least to him) looking gnome emoting and huffing at the furnture.

Arfsnarf scratches his head in confusion. Chairs here seem to fit any butts! What wrong with them?

He does not get an answer before the gnome's magical energies begin to clean the chairs and fluff up the cushions. Then the zesty spray of lemon scent begins.

The goblin begins sneezing uncontrollable. Aaaaah! Why make everything smell like fruit!

He finally settles down to introduce himself to the gnome. I'm Arfsnarf. We're not going to do that in every room this mission, right?

Others beginning to arrive distracts him. He introduces himself to each new entrant, and impatiently asks Is this everyone? I need to determine the groups fortunes once we are all assembled!

Zendel's dismay grows as he watches the uncontrollably sneezing goblin sneezing all over the furniture he just cleaned. "No! No! I just cleaned that!"

He hastily removes the lemon scent, and continues prestidigitating clean the furniture that Arfsnarf sneezes upon until the goblin's sniffles end. "Er... are you alright?"

Zendel offers his gloved hand for the goblin to shake. "I'm Zendel of Oprak. I'll avoid fruity scents in the future. Do you have any other sensitivities I need to know about?"

Zendel checks his watch. "According to summons I received, I believe that were awaiting at least two more Pathfinders before we head off to Osirion!" Zendel claps his hand in excitement. "Warm sands! Sphinxes! Desert caravans and fascinating ruins. I can't wait to go exploring there again!"

"Fortune-telling?" He raises a quizzical eyebrow. "Intriguing. What sort of fortune telling do you do? Harrow? Astrology? Palm reading?"

Zendel sweeps a bow to the new arrival, his eyes lighting up at the mention of lemony fresh smell to the room. Finally, someone who appreciates cleanliness! Then he steals another look at the cheerful bard. And a rather cute someone, at that.

"It's an honor, milady Sailash! I am Zendel and also from Oprak. Where are you from, if I may ask?"

Salaish smiles warmly. "Oh, I'm from a small town just north of Novoboro, in the River Kingdoms. Blink and you'd miss it." She chuckles self-deprecatingly. "Say, it wasn't that long ago that I went on a couple of missions with Sergant Drussem, squad leader of Iolite Squad Alpha from Oprak. They really impressed me with their professionalism and capability."

Is this everyone? I need to determine the groups fortunes once we are all assembled!

At the prospect of getting her future read, Salaish's eyes sparkle with anticipation. "Ooo! That sounds fun! Can you do mine now, or does the reading get more accurate when everyone's assembled?"

Salaish smiles warmly. "Oh, I'm from a small town just north of Novoboro, in the River Kingdoms. Blink and you'd miss it." She chuckles self-deprecatingly. "Say, it wasn't that long ago that I went on a couple of missions with Sergant Drussem, squad leader of Iolite Squad Alpha from Oprak. They really impressed me with their professionalism and capability."

“She is a leader. We’ve updated our training based on some of the things her squad learned during that exercise.”

An elf rushes into the room followed by a white hawk. "So sorry to have kept you waiting. Am I too late for the mission briefing?" As he asks this, the hawk lands on his shoulder.

"I am Mindartis Nightbreeze. And this is Mialee. A pleasure to be working with all of you."

Shaking their head, KaLang says “No signs of Venture Captain Valsin yet. I’m KaLang.”

Yes yes, I'm fine now. Arfsnarf mutters back, now that all the lemon is gone. Uh, I don't think I'm allergic to anything... should be fine... he's trailing off at this point.

He then lights up when Zendel and Salaish become interested in his fortune telling.

No! No cards! No palms! No stars!

He reaches into his pocket and reveals what looks like a wooden die, roughly the size of his small fist, with faded numbers.

My clacky rock!

He first approaches Zendel and rolls it at his feet...

Clacky rock, Zendel: 1d20 ⇒ 17

Oooh! Seems like a lot of success for you on this mission. But, it's an odd number. So you reach your goals in unexpected ways! Probably not with lemon though... This is going to be a thing. Some spell cast later is going to give off that smell :P

He smiles a toothy grin and gives a thumbs up to the gnome before picking up the clacky rock and approaching Salaish.

Clacky rock, Salaish: 1d20 ⇒ 10

The results he frowns at and looks up at the bard.

Uh... not too bad. But not too good? You should stand behind others when a fight breaks out... but hey! Even number!

A small canine humanoid clad in plate mail in a traveler's chair with a rose emblazoned on the spiked wheels enters the room. A large axe that glows faintly is strapped to the back of the chair. He cheerfully offers a paw to each of the other Pathfinders. "Hello, I'm Ra'uf. They usually send me in when they need muscle, but I am pretty good at getting Agents out of all types of bad situations."

He scrunches his nose a bit. "Did the last group have to bring back an ancient lemon or something? It's, uh, quite fragrant in here." His heritage gives him the Scent special sesne.

He casts his eyes to the table, where the goblin is rolling some kind of unfamiliar die. As a sailor's son, Ra'uf is used to games of chance, but all the dice he has seen were cubes, while this one looks more like an orb with the sides flattened. Pointing at it, he asks, "May I see that? Or at least see how it works?"

Ra'uf is level 4 now, and I will get his stats updated by Monday.

Arfsnarf looks over at the newcomer.

Yes! Please inspect. The spirits guide its sides to say how lucky we be on missions!

His tiny fist drops it into the dogfolk's lap.

Oh! I'm Arfsnarf. The lemon also got to me.

Uh... not too bad. But not too good? You should stand behind others when a fight breaks out... but hey! Even number!

Salaish gives Arfsnarf a crinkly-eyed smile. "Oh, that's what I usually do anyway. It's easier to sing when I'm not being pummeled." She gives him a wink and turns to introduce herself to Ra'uf. "Hello and welcome! I'm Salaish. Arfsnarf says my fortune tells that I should stand behind someone in a fight. Might that someone be you?"

The door opens and a gnome with flaming red hair sticks his head into the room. His face lights up as he sees his old adventuring companion.

"Salaish! I thought I heard your voice! You waiting for V-C Valsin? Hope you all completed the security paperwork. I hear the new guy's a real charmer. Anyway, I just came by the Grand Lodge to renew my business permit!"

Salaish was part of Gnimish's first adventure long ago. I just couldn't resist having him stick his head in. :)

Ra'uf looks at Salaish. "I try to lead the charge into battle when I can. I will be do what I can to keep our foes from interrupting your song."

The then looks at the die a bit longer, then hands it back to Arfsnarf. "Not sure what to make of this. Can you demonstrate for me?"

KaLang accepts Ra’uf’s handshake, introducing himself.

“I expect to be sharing the front line with you. Anything I should know about your battle tactics?”

"Salaish! I thought I heard your voice! You waiting for V-C Valsin? Hope you all completed the security paperwork. I hear the new guy's a real charmer. Anyway, I just came by the Grand Lodge to renew my business permit!"

"Gnimish! Hello! Good to see you! Thanks for the reminder; I have the security paperwork filled out, but I haven't gotten down to the office to turn it in yet. Good luck with everything!"

"I am a simple dog," he tells KaLang. "I usually just roll up to the nearest enemy and thwack them with this -" he pats his axe "- until they fall over. Though I do keep an eye out of any friends who might get pinned down."

Ra'uf has the Liberating Step reaction, which he will usually use the first time it tiggers each round.

Ra'uf looks at Salaish. "I try to lead the charge into battle when I can. I will be do what I can to keep our foes from interrupting your song."

The then looks at the die a bit longer, then hands it back to Arfsnarf. "Not sure what to make of this. Can you demonstrate for me?"

Arfsnarf snatches it back and exclaims It's really quite easy! Just throw it on the ground!

Clacky rock, Ra'uf: 1d20 ⇒ 11

He frowns and looks up at the dogfolk. Hmm, pretty middling like Salaish. And an odd number! Be caaaareful!

The friendly and cheerful Zendel shakes the hands of his teammates. "We appear to be a rather diverse group. I look forward to doing this Osirion expedition with you!" Then he frowns and looks impatiently at his watch.

"I invited a prospective Pathfinder -- she's my cousin, and she's been on the wrong side of law a couple times -- to join us. But she's late."

A gnome with spiky blue hair and a dinosaur egg sticking out of her backpack runs into the room. "Is this 221 B? Who numbered the doors in this place? They're all messed up!" Then she looks around the room in a panic, and darts a glance at Zendel.

"Um... You didn't tell me there would be so many people here." She retreats to a corner to hide behind one of the very clean couches in this waiting room.

Zendel sighs. "And there she is. But she's a bit shy. Everyone, that's my cousin, Bitty Blue."

"Hi Bitty Blue! I'm Salaish!" Salaish grins and waves cheerfully without approaching, remembering that shy folks usually don't like to be crowded.

A hand appears from behind the couch and waves. Then it retreats.

Wow, so many gnomes! This mission is going to be interesting. Mindartis greets and introduces himself to the remaining Pathfinders. He tries to earn the trust of Bitty Blue by offering a simple handshake.

When you arrive, Venture-Captain Ambrus Valsin stands over an imposing desk, studying a large map. Several notes and documents lie scattered about the desk, seemingly in an ordered disarray with several stacks of notes about ancient Osirion manuscripts in one pile, a set of sketches of Osiriani relics in one corner, and so forth. Ambrus looks up with a furrowed brow as he pushes another pile of notes aside. "Well, you’re finally here. Great! We had best hit the ground running with this next assignment. There’s a matter in Osirion, at the Sothis lodge, that requires great care on the Society’s end. You have all proven yourselves worthy agents and I thought this might be a good opportunity to put your skills to use. The first thing you should be aware of with this mission is that—"

KRAAKOOOM!

Suddenly, an enormous explosion rocks Skyreach tower, and Valsin’s eyes grow wide. He rushes around his desk and throws open his door before prompting, "All of you, come with me!" Outside, large flames dance from inside a shattered window on one of Skyreach’s higher levels. A loud, melodic tone rings out from Ambrus’s wayfinder. He takes a moment to open its cover and then puts it away. "Pathfinders, the Grand Lodge is under attack. I need you to head up to that room," Ambrus commands, pointing at the shattered, fiery window above, "and see what’s going on. I’ll try to assess things here on the ground floor and get everyone to safety. Be careful. If my suspicions are correct, this has something to do with the recent attacks on lodges across the Inner Sea. If you find any intruders, try to take some alive! I’m counting on you."

You arrive at a hallway between two flights of stairs and you run into four shadowy individuals trying to make their way down. Seeing you block their path, they draw weapons and attack.

It's assumed that you have weapons drawn so no need to spend an action to draw

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COMBAT TRACKER
Round: 1
Tactical Map
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Those with ** may go

**Zendel of Oprak - AC 20, 45/45
**Arfsnarf Ah'sneeze - AC 22, 51/51
**Ra'uf Steelwheels - AC 22, 50/50
Pink
White
KaLang - AC 20, 52/52
Mindartis Nightbreeze - AC 21, 50/50; Mialee AC 19, 32/32
Yellow
Salaish Talenduth - AC 21, 48/48
Red

Ra'uf ponders whether the Pathfinder Society is really right for him - or if he is right for it - as this is the second mission in a row where the briefing was interrupted for an emergency.

This decision will need to wait, though, as there are enemies present.

◆ Stride

◆ Stride

◆ Strike

+1 Greataxe: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16
Slashing Damage: 1d12 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

He then prepares to help the first ally who is struck or grabbed.

◈ Zendel moves forward to reduce the range increment.
◈ Devise Stratagem: 1d20 ⇒ 10
◇ Find Weakness (Gossip Lore): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30

He shoots at the one that Ra'uf is fighting.
◈ Stratagem + Shortbow: 10 + 10 + 1 + 1 = 22
Strategic Strike+Piercing damage: 2d6 + 1d6 ⇒ (4, 5) + (4) = 13
Deadly?: 1d10 ⇒ 4

That was a crit on Zendel's Known Weakness!

Not only does Zendel learn critical information on these creatures, he shares it with the entire group! Everyone gets a +1 Circumstance to their next attack this round!

"Why, I recognize what those creatures are!"

So, what are they, and how do we kill them, GM?

Earlier...

Wow! That's a lot of gnomes. Not sure Arfsnarf qualify for this team!

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Now...

This mission escalate quickly! BUT, Zendel roll high on the clacky rock fortune! Everybody follow Zendel!

He jogs up next to KaLang and his tiny clawed hands incant a javelin of acid in the space just in front of him. Soon he sends it speeding towards one of their foes just ahead.

◆ Stride 20'
◆◆ Cast (somatic, verbal) Acid Arrow vs. YELLOW
Spell attack (zendel's bonus) YELLOW, acid damage: 1d20 + 11 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 11 + 1 = 303d8 ⇒ (5, 7, 2) = 14
+1d6 persistent acid damage
On a critical hit, double the initial damage, but not the persistent damage.

Ra'uf charges forward and swings his axe at Pink, but the blade passes over Pink's head.

Pink runs to help White and gets into a flank with Ra'uf and strikes at him twice with a shortsword.

Shortsword vs Ra'uf AC 22, FF: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20
Shortsword vs Ra'uf AC 22, FF, MAP, Agile: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18
Shortsword + Sneak: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (6, 4) + 6 = 16

White does the same and slashes at Ra'uf.

Shortsword vs Ra'uf AC 22, FF: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26
Shortsword vs Ra'uf AC 22, FF: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19
Shortsword vs Ra'uf AC 22, FF: 2 + 1d20 + 4 ⇒ 2 + (12) + 4 = 18
Shortsword + Sneak: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (4, 2) + 6 = 12

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COMBAT TRACKER
Round: 1
Tactical Map
Active Conditions:
Before Your Turn:
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Those with ** may go

Zendel of Oprak - AC 20, 45/45
Arfsnarf Ah'sneeze - AC 22, 51/51
Ra'uf Steelwheels - AC 22, 22/50
Pink (-13)
White
**KaLang - AC 20, 52/52
**Mindartis Nightbreeze - AC 21, 50/50; Mialee AC 19, 32/32
Yellow (-14; 1d6 persistent acid)
Salaish Talenduth - AC 21, 48/48
Red

KaLang shouts “Time for some elf magic!” as he rushes forward to help Ra’uf. He draws a pattern with the tip of his halberd as he chants and then thrusts the weapon at Pink.
◆ stride ◆ ◆ spellstrike
+1 Striking Halberd, Zendel bonus: 1d20 + 11 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 11 + 1 = 23 Reach, Versatile S
Piercing damage: 2d10 + 4 ⇒ (1, 2) + 4 = 7
Gouging Claw, Piercing: 2d6 + 3 ⇒ (5, 4) + 3 = 12

KaLang charges forward and imbues the tip of his halberd with power. He thrusts it at Pink and connects. Pink appears to blanch at the jagged gash in his arm and appears to doubt his resolve in continuing the fight.

The creatures that attacked the Grand Lodge didn't expect stiff resistance, or such a strong security response. At a certain point, they become shaken. You have the opportunity to get them to surrender by making a Deception/Diplomacy/Intimidation check. Creatures that surrender are removed from initiative.

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COMBAT TRACKER
Round: 1
Tactical Map
Active Conditions:
Before Your Turn:
Shaken: Pink
Surrendered:
Escaped:
2-actions: Deception/Diplomacy/Intimidation to convince the shaken humanoid to surrender
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Those with ** may go

Zendel of Oprak - AC 20, 45/45
Arfsnarf Ah'sneeze - AC 22, 51/51
Ra'uf Steelwheels - AC 22, 22/50
Pink (-32, Shaken)
White
KaLang - AC 20, 52/52
**Mindartis Nightbreeze - AC 21, 50/50; Mialee AC 19, 32/32
Yellow (-14; 1d6 persistent acid)
Salaish Talenduth - AC 21, 48/48
Red

"That is some impressive elf magic!" Mindartis praises his comrade as he dashes to the side and marks the hostile creature in yellow. He then sends an arrow flying toward it.

Longbow: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30
Piercing + Precision if applicable: 3d8 ⇒ (8, 8, 2) = 18

Stride, Hunt Prey, Strike

KaLang just grunts in acknowledgment of Mindartis’s complement.

Ever the hobgoblin cultural expert, Zendel interprets for KaLang. "That grunt was hobgoblin for 'Thank you.' There are other grunts for 'Get out of my way,' 'Where's the food?' and 'Ten-hut!' I can give you a full linguistic lesson later."

Mindartis marks Yellow as prey and sends an arrow at him. The arrow buries itself in Yellow's arm with an audible Thunk.

Yellow runs up to Ra'uf and attempts to poke him with their shortsword.

Shortsword vs Ra'uf AC 22: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (7) + 12 = 19
Shortsword vs Ra'uf AC 22, MAP, Agile: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

Neither strike connects and Yellow is unsure if he wants to die for the cause.

Persistent Acid: 1d6 ⇒ 4
Flat Check: 1d20 ⇒ 15

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COMBAT TRACKER
Round: 1
Tactical Map
Active Conditions:
Before Your Turn:
Shaken: Pink, Yellow
Surrendered:
2-actions: Deception/Diplomacy/Intimidation to convince the shaken humanoid to surrender
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Those with ** may go

Zendel of Oprak - AC 20, 45/45
Arfsnarf Ah'sneeze - AC 22, 51/51
Ra'uf Steelwheels - AC 22, 22/50
Pink (-32, Shaken)
White
KaLang - AC 20, 52/52
Mindartis Nightbreeze - AC 21, 50/50; Mialee AC 19, 32/32
Yellow (-36; Shaken)
**Salaish Talenduth - AC 21, 48/48
Red

Noting that these interlopers don't seem particularly determined, Salaish makes eye contact with one of them and tries her darnedest to charm them into cooperating.

"Looks like the folks who sent you here don't care much about your safety. We don't actually want to hurt you. Why don't you sit down over by that wall for a bit. Once things calm down, we can have a chat, without weapons or threats. Sound good?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16

Bearing in mind how delicate this situation is, she decides to bolster her allies' defense rather than their offense. In a clear voice like a silver bell, she pulls together a melody that projects a sense of protection and purpose.

Lingering Performance DC 20: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21
Success: for 3 rounds, everyone gets +1 status bonus to AC and saving throws, as well as resistance 1 to physical damage.

Inspire Defense rounds left: 3

◆◆ Diplomacy for surrender, ◇ Lingering Perfromance, ◆ Inspire Defense

Salaish attempts to convince Pink to surrender but he doesn't seem receptive to her words. She then sings a melody of protection that makes everyone's defenses stronger.

Red charges at KaLang placing himself between Pink and KaLang and poking at him with a shortsword.

Shortsword vs KaLang AC 20: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19
Shortsword vs KaLang AC 20, MAP, Agile: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

As red advances on the party, another humanoid comes down the stairs, sticking to the sides of the hallway and apparently making for the opposite flight of stairs.

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COMBAT TRACKER
Round: 2
Tactical Map
Active Conditions: Inspire Defense (+1 AC/Saves; DR 1 Physical; 3 rounds)
Before Your Turn:
Shaken: Pink, Yellow
Surrendered:
2-actions: Deception/Diplomacy/Intimidation to convince the shaken humanoid to surrender
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Those with ** may go

**Zendel of Oprak - AC 20, 45/45
**Arfsnarf Ah'sneeze - AC 22, 51/51
**Ra'uf Steelwheels - AC 22, 22/50
Pink (-32, Shaken)
White
GM
KaLang - AC 20, 52/52
Mindartis Nightbreeze - AC 21, 50/50; Mialee AC 19, 32/32
Yellow (-36; Shaken)
Salaish Talenduth - AC 21, 48/48
Green
Red

Zendel assesses the battlefield. We have to get that flank off Ra'uf, and Pink looks shaken enough that he might listen.

◈◈ Diplomacy (E): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24

Zendel calls to the Pink Warrior. "Stand down and Surrender! We are armed, we are determined, we are defending our home. Can you say the same? Is this the cause you wish to die for?"

Then Zendel shoots Green, who is aiming for the casters in the back.

◈ Shortbow (striking): 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 7 + 1 = 28
Piercing damage: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 5) = 6
Deadly?: 1d10 ⇒ 10

"Do you feel that arrow piercing your heart? It's the arrow of doubt. It's asking, 'Why in hell are you attacking the Grand Lodge?'"

Retcon

Zendel manages to identify the creatures attacking the Grand Lodge. He draws back his bow and plants an arrow in White's collarbone.
Sorry, I overlooked the attack roll

End Retcon

Zendel convinces Pink that surrender is the best option. Pink agrees and lays down his weapons. Turning, he puts an arrow in Green's back, which causes him to stumble.

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COMBAT TRACKER
Round: 2
Tactical Map
Active Conditions: Inspire Defense (+1 AC/Saves; DR 1 Physical; 3 rounds)
Before Your Turn:
Shaken: Yellow
Surrendered: Pink
2-actions: Deception/Diplomacy/Intimidation to convince the shaken humanoid to surrender
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Those with ** may go

Zendel of Oprak - AC 20, 45/45 (AC 21)
**Arfsnarf Ah'sneeze - AC 22, 51/51 (AC 23)
**Ra'uf Steelwheels - AC 22, 22/50 (AC 23)
White (-13)
GM
KaLang - AC 20, 52/52 (AC 21)
Mindartis Nightbreeze - AC 21, 50/50; Mialee AC 19, 32/32 (AC 22)
Yellow (-36; Shaken)
Salaish Talenduth - AC 21, 48/48 (AC 22)
Green (-22)
Red

“Zendel, how many do you want for questioning?”

“Ra’uf, you might want to step out of that line!”

Arfsnarf catches on and thinks of something else. He makes his own appeal to the seemingly-shaken foe.

Diplomacy, PINK: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 28

If you all stop fighting now, I'll even throw in free fortunes! Maybe it help guide you on a better path in life!

Arfsnarf offers to tell Yellow's fortune if he surrenders. Yellow appears intrigued by this and drops his weapons.

Arfsnarf, you have 1 action left. You also owe Yellow a fortune telling! :)

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COMBAT TRACKER
Round: 2
Tactical Map
Active Conditions: Inspire Defense (+1 AC/Saves; DR 1 Physical; 3 rounds)
Before Your Turn:
Shaken:
Surrendered: Pink, Yellow
2-actions: Deception/Diplomacy/Intimidation to convince the shaken humanoid to surrender
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Those with ** may go

Zendel of Oprak - AC 20, 45/45 (AC 21)
**Arfsnarf Ah'sneeze - AC 22, 51/51 (AC 23; 1 action)
**Ra'uf Steelwheels - AC 22, 22/50 (AC 23)
White (-13)
KaLang - AC 20, 52/52 (AC 21)
Mindartis Nightbreeze - AC 21, 50/50; Mialee AC 19, 32/32 (AC 22)
Salaish Talenduth - AC 21, 48/48 (AC 22)
Green (-22)
Red

Ra'uf takes a swing at the new for harrying him.

◆ Strike vs. White

+1 Greataxe: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21
Slashing Damage: 1d12 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

He then asks Red what he should do with his axe next.

◆◆ Offer Surrender

Intimidation: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Ra'uf swipes at White. He connects but doesn't do much damage.

You can only try to convince them to surrender if they are shaken. Are you trying to convince Red or are you trying to scare him?

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COMBAT TRACKER
Round: 2
Tactical Map
Active Conditions: Inspire Defense (+1 AC/Saves; DR 1 Physical; 3 rounds)
Before Your Turn:
Shaken:
Surrendered: Pink, Yellow
2-actions: Deception/Diplomacy/Intimidation to convince the shaken humanoid to surrender
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Those with ** may go

Zendel of Oprak - AC 20, 45/45 (AC 21)
**Arfsnarf Ah'sneeze - AC 22, 51/51 (AC 23; 1 action)
**Ra'uf Steelwheels - AC 22, 22/50 (AC 23; 2 actions)
White (-18)
Blue
KaLang - AC 20, 52/52 (AC 21)
Mindartis Nightbreeze - AC 21, 50/50; Mialee AC 19, 32/32 (AC 22)
Salaish Talenduth - AC 21, 48/48 (AC 22)
Green (-22)
Red