PFS2e 4-03 - Linnorm's Legacy (KS) (Inactive)

Game Master phaeton_nz

Perception (DC23): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (8) + 14 = 22
Perception (DC23): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (8) + 14 = 22
Perception (DC25): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (10) + 14 = 24
Perception (DC20): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15
Nature (DC25): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22

Rhaegal just stares at Efrith with a roar just on his lips. He does sniff the air to see if other magic might be nearby.

Using innate Detect Magic spell.

Vanetta picks up the cues from her teammates and starts peering around the room closely.

Looks like the only checks we haven't hit are the DC 23 & 25 Perceptions.
Perception DC 25: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15
Nope. Hero Point. 
Perception DC 23: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (17) + 14 = 31

"Nice place you've got here, hon. Been here long? And I've got to ask where you found a linnorm sized day-bed? Cause I bet these kids would all like to have one, wouldn't you, little ones?"

Noting how hastily put together the place is, she fully expects Efrith to lie about it.

Perception DC 25: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (15) + 14 = 29

But then she spots something decidedly out of place and saunters over to a crate marked "golden cardamom" but which is clearly empty. And hiding a trap door. She nudges the crate off the door and points to the exposed hatch. "I suppose you're going to tell me that's just basement storage for more goods?"

She scans the crates and their markings to see how legit Efrith's cover as a spice trader is.

Mercantile Lore : 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24

She's carried pretty much all these on one or more of her caravan runs and knows a good deal about shipping and storing  Varisian fen peppers, Qadiran striped nutmeg, and  Anulite paprika .

"Crookscale, come on. This woman comes out of nowhere, just happens to carry a bed around, and all she wants to do is pamper you?"

"Look at her hands, suitable for a thief."
"She has a spellbook, too fancy for a simple alarm." Miladistra rolls her eyes.
"And an empty crate that leads to a trap door?" Miladistra counts on three fingers.

"This is a trap, Crookscale. She doesn't have your interests at heart, she wants you to drop your guard."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20

"So come on. Let's get out of here before her friends show up and make this worse."

d9 konolds jabe lips?, lol

Avonathalanthalasa recognises the symbol as a sihedron, a symbol that represents the seven schools of magic practiced in the ancient empire of Thassilon, as well as the nation’s seven virtues and seven sins.

Those who also spotted the spellbook can also do a Arcane or Society check (DC 18+) to identify the star. Also they and Avonathalanthalasa can do a skill check to identify the magic within

Efith claims she's never noticed that hatch there before. She also continues to insist she’s a traveling spice merchant and only just arrived in the city—she hasn’t had time to make her temporary space feel lived in.

The hatch is locked with a simple lock (three Thievery checks to unlock). It could also be Forced Open with an Athletics.

Vanetta notices that while the first few crates do contain packages of spices, the remainder are empty or contain mundane equipment, spell components, and weapons. Efrith claims she’s “diversifying” her wares. She also finds a Wand of Continuation for 2nd level spells and a 4th level scroll of Rebounding Barrier.

"Crookscale, have we told you any lies or not taken care of you and your siblings today?" Vanetta asks as she kneels down on the floor and begins rummaging through her pack. "We showed you where the mountain goats were and protected you from the spiky-cats. We rescued you from the river. And we even taught you how to swim." She pauses to retrieve a small set of tools wrapped in black velvet.

"Efith isn't a merchant. I've been running caravans across Avistan longer than she's been alive. These crates marked with the names of spices are full of weapons and mercenary gear. At best she's a smuggler. Do you think your Father would want you hanging out with a criminal? And listen to what Miladistra said, too. There's just too many things that don't add up here."

Diplomacy : 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (13) + 17 = 30

The multi-talented swashbuckler stays on her knees and scoots over to the trap door. "So, Efith, you never noticed this door in your new apartment? So you don't know what's down there? Here, let me help you with that, cause we would hate for there to be some bad surprise lurking below that could burst out and hurt our little linnorm friend, right?"

She opens the velvet cloth to reveal two sets of picks - cause one always carries a spare set. "You have no idea how many times people lose the key to a caravan wagon." she says by way of explanation to anyone wondering.

Thievery : 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (14) + 14 = 28
Thievery : 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15
A string of curses follow a small snapping sound. Vanetta takes a deep calming breath, sets the broken j-pick down and switches to the spare set.

Thievery : 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (13) + 14 = 27
Thievery : 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (5) + 14 = 19
Not sure if that last is high enough. If it's not a crit fail, but also not a success, here's one more. 
Thievery : 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (20) + 14 = 34
Oh, sure, now I get the Crit! 

religion DC20: 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 10 + 1 = 27

"Well.. at the worst, I be thinking that book be full of protective spells." mutters Khaul.

He eyes up the "spice" merchant. "So ye be havin no issue with us be takin Crookscale back to their pa then?"

Arcana or Society (same bonus): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15

Liam is usually more perceptive. He's not even sure if Vanetta has caught on to something he hasn't or if she's just off on a wild tangent.

But he can't help but notice certain... inconsistencies.

The DC to pick the lock was 20

The secret chamber is a small cellar and living space, which includes a trunk of clothes, a desk, and a wall plastered with a map of Halgrim and various notes. The trunk of clothes contains attire for countless jobs and professions. The desk has writing supplies and a freshly penned letter (see Slides) . The map on the wall tracks sightings of Boiltongue in red and sightings of the little linnorms in blue. Notes surrounding the map clearly indicate Efrith was tracking Boiltongue’s movements, but recently switched targets, abandoning her efforts to track Boiltongue and tracking the linnorm children instead. A handwritten note names each linnorm and includes accompanying information on them. Crookscale’s name is circled. This secret chamber indicates Efrith is spying on Boiltongue and his children for some unspecified purpose.

Khaul realizes that Efrith’s choice of magic spells indicates she’s a student of envy, the same magic taught in Xin-Edasseril, domain of Runelord Belimarius of New Thassilon. Efrith admits she was born and raised in Xin-Edasseril, but claims that she was happy to escape New Thassilon and find a better life elsewhere.

1d20 + 18 ⇒ (14) + 18 = 32 arcana on the book.

Taking note of the spellbook and what she knows about the symbol she sees she queries, Interesting. A devotee or a student of the Ancient Runelords from Thassalon. Tell us and tell us quickly, what is your purpose here and why have you followed us. What business do you have with these linnorns?

...okay, that's pretty damning.

"Why aren't you trying to stop them?" The fact that Efrith is just letting the Pathfinders search seems even stranger in light of the evidence that she absolutely was up to no good. He would have expected her to attack them or try to flee or to give Crookscale up to halt the investigation.

Liam is concerned that she's not.

Miladistra reads the letter. Agent H3.

She lowers the letter and pulls out the energizing treat in her other hand.

"I've... heard about >Xin-Edasseril<. Beautiful place. Cranky Runelord. I'm glad you escaped."

"But it sounds like you want to capture Crookscale and use 'im to lure Boiltongue over. All for the glory of Your Grace." She grits her teeth. "Doesn't sound like you're that happy for your freedom."

"The jig is up, so I wonder what you'll do now." She turns to Efrith.

I'm sort of surprised that Efrith isn't running for the guards right now. Although I will note that the evidence still seems circumstantial

There is enough evidence to convince Crookscale that something is not right here so he glares at Efrith, sticks out his tongue, and leaves with the rest of you, snout stuck up in the air.

You still need to placate some merchants, Crafting, Diplomacy, or Merchant Lore checks please.

She's clearly going to be a problem, and Liam hopes that shoe drops sooner rather then later.

But first! "Here, let me help you with that. Oh, I can repair that. That just needs to be patched up, I can handle it.... No harm done, not really."

Crafting: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (14) + 14 = 28

That is a success and you the local merchants with your words alone. While you are doing that, Scourtail loudly exclaims, “Boring!” and dashes off, flying down the road and off into more trouble in the form of a group of proud Ulfen soldiers led by Revna the Brave.

When the linnorms pass by the Ulfen warriors, Manglefang laughs at their hair, causing the warriors to snarl and draw their blades. This response only causes Manglefang to laugh harder, and exclaim, Aww, look at their little pokey sticks! They think they’re so fierce! Look at them! They’re adorable! The warriors respond, pointing not at the linnorm, but the Pathfinders. You! Pathfinders! Those linnorms may be off limits, but you’re not! This insult won’t stand! Face us or admit your cowardice and give up your claim to the Island of the Ancestors!

Khaul stares down the closest of the warriors.
"Ah be likin a brawl as much as the next warrior." he starts.
"But I not be the one breakin the peace of the island, nor givin the youngsters here ideas about settlin their disagreements with fang an claw."

He puffs out his chest. "I be givin ya a free shot at me if yer like, I'll na be strikin yer back. Don yer be worried."

"Ah... really do hope you find freedom, Efrith. Whatever the Runelord is promising, it's not worth it." She bids the woman goodbye as Liam calms the merchants. Deroff whines as she puts the tasty treat away.

A pile of muscle and false bravado raise their weapons at Manglefang's proxies. Deroff stands at attention and Miladistra holds his collar.

"You want me to... what? Thick armor protects your thin skin."

Deception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23

"Besides, the linnorm's just joking. No harm meant. Calm yer britches." Time to defuse another tense situation....

Rhaegal helps Crookscale away from Efrith while the others are dealing with the merchants.

But when Manglefang makes fun of the Ulfen, he hisses at the linnorm. "Ulfen are like dragons, Manglefang! Strong and mighty, but above all proud. They are mighty allies, but if provoked, they can be dangerous enemies too."

He approaches the warriors. "Stay your weapons, please. This is just a hatchling, who has never met the mighty Ulfen. Pay him no heed. I am Rhaegal, called the Dragon. I have tested myself alongside the Ulfen best, and those I know would not shed blood over the words of a child. We no more want to provoke you than you wish to provoke the Dragon."

Diplomacy (boon): 1d20 + 10 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 10 + 1 = 21
Tarnbreaker Champion boon

"Picking fights with bystanders because a child laughed at them?" says Liam quietly, "And the only reason they redirected their attention is because these particular kids are 'off limits'..."

He hesitates and his fingers brush the handle of his weapon. "You know, there may be a different lesson to be learned here."

"Starting unnecessary fights just to show how tough we are wouldn't be bravery," he calls out more loudly, "It's cowardice. What are you so afraid of?"

We're NOT afraid. And if you won't fight us, the whole city will know of your cowardice

But not to the death - to the bloodied In other words, to a quarter of your hit points

The elf is silent and pondering, in her mind giving Quete the command to return to the group and to stay above the Ulfens in case something happens.

The little dragon heeds the request and comes flying and remaining above the group of Ulfens.

Vanetta follows everyone else out into the street with a final look back to Efrith. She points two fingers at her own eyes then flips the gesture around to point at the spy. "I'm sure you'll be long gone by the time we report this to the authorities, but know that we'll be watching for you."

Having taken longer to reach the scene of the latest impending debacle, Vanetta just sighs deeply as the tension mounts. "It's not gonna matter what we say, guys. Once an Ulfen takes offense - even if it is to nothing more than a silly child's taunt," she says glaring at Manglefang, "they'll never back down. Pretty sure I've heard tales of whole villages being slaughtered over a stray giggle taken the wrong way."

Deception: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15

"Okay, maybe that last part's not true."

"Let's just get this over with, shall we? We've got better things to do than mop the streets with you lot, and we need to get these 'silly children' (another glare at Manglefang) up to the palace at some point today."

"Take your best swing bro." says Khaul.

"Where I come from we often exchange names before a...contest such as this. I be Khaul of the Irontoe clan. Who be you?"

Revna the Brave. she replies. We serve Skarde Nineblades, a well-respected Ulfen commander from Halgrim

So it looks like you're going to fight these Ulfens. Besides Revna, there are two veteran Ulfen soldiers. It also looks like they've been looking for an excuse for a fight for ages.

Initiatives:
Avonathalasa: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (16) + 16 = 32
Khaul: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15
Liam: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20
Miladistra: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (18) + 13 = 31
Rhaegal: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (13) + 13 = 26
Vanetta: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (6) + 16 = 22

Revna: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (17) + 15 = 32
red: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17
green: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22

Revna is first
Avonathalasa, Miladistra, and Rhaegal are up before Green
Vanetta and Liam are up before Red
Khaul is last.

Revna starts with her Inspire Courage before dropping Haste on all three of them.

Avonathalasa, Miladistra, and Rhaegal are up

Rhaegal sighs. "Very well, just a friendly test of might then? The Dragon can abide that."

He steps to the side and with a snarl he slams his foot down. The small kobold once again doesn't seem so small. The weight of his small foot comes thundering down like that of an enormous dragon, shaking the earth with a massive ripple.

◆ Step
◆◆ Cast Shockwave on Revna and Green - Reflex DC 22 for each of them.

"Ah can't believe we're doing this." Miladistra sighs and wonders if she should just shut them down.

She steps to Khaul's side as the smell of pine wafts from her. Revna and her two bullies are assaulted with images of a raging waterfall next to a large oak tree. A woman stands at the top, covered in oak leaves and vulpine fur. She laughs before unleashing a blinding light that overwhelms their vision.

>Blinding Beauty<

"Okay boy. Go for Revna. Be gentle!" Deroff howls before ramming Revna.

Jaws, Nonlethal: 1d20 + 11 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 11 - 2 = 27
Nonlethal Piercing: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (6, 8) + 3 = 17

◆ Step
◆ >Blinding Beauty< Will DC 22.
◆ Ask Animal Companion to Step then Strike Revna.

The elven wizardress begins to chant Ast thnwqor drowa dolmit and as she points, 4 squares under the Ulfen [ooc] I think I can manipulate the spell so that it can get all 4 and the space inbetween red and blue [/b] begin to get slick and slack.

DC 25 Reflex save

Area All solid ground in the area is covered with grease. Each creature standing on the greasy surface must succeed at a Reflex save or an Acrobatics check against your spell DC or fall prone. Creatures using an action to move onto the greasy surface during the spell's duration must attempt either a Reflex save or an Acrobatics check to Balance. A creature that Steps or Crawls doesn't have to attempt a check or save.

On her third action she asks Quete to fly down and breath his breathe weapon on the guards.

[ooc] Since he is flying above the Ulfen, I am not sure how many of them he can get with the cone, if he can only get one, he wants to focus the breath on anyone who falls to the grease,[/b]

The little dragon breathes a gas of purple and green shiny and sparkly gas.

Breath Weapon (arcane, evocation, poison) The dragon breathes euphoric gas in a 10-foot cone. Each creature in the area must succeed at a DC 18 Fortitude save or become stupefied 2 and slowed 1 for 1d4 rounds; on a critical failure, the duration is 1 minute. The faerie dragon can’t use Breath Weapon again for 1d4 rounds.

1d4 ⇒ 3 recharge

ref(Revna): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15
ref(Green): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

will(Revna): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (4) + 15 = 19
will(Green): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14
will(Red): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29

ref(Revna): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (15) + 14 = 29
ref(Green): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
ref(Red): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27

Both Revna and Green go prone. Revna takes 1d6 ⇒ 2 damage
Revna and Green are also Blinded. Revna also takes damage from Deroff (-19). Red remains standing despite the Grease.

fort(Revna): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (13) + 12 = 25
fort(green): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31

The two prone Ulfen seem unaffected by the faerie dragon's breath weapon. Green stands up, and remains standing on the grease. He then steps to Rhaegal and Strikes with an Intimidating Strike.
longsword: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (4) + 15 = 19 slashing: 1d8 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11 If this hits, Rhaegal is Frightened 1 (F2 on a crit)

Vanetta and Liam are up.

Liam is caught off-guard by how quickly the soldiers start attacking, but steroids forward as he gets all of his gadgets and boosters aligned. Well, mostly. He snaps his weapon at one of the warriors, thinking it might be best to take them out first and quickly.

* Stride
* Attempt to enter Overdrive Crafting: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (11) + 14 = 25 Success!
* Strike Green Attack: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (20) + 16 = 36 bludgeoning damage: 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (6, 3) + 8 = 17
I'm assuming he had time to get his weapon out while Revna was stating the terms. If not he has to draw his flickmace instead of Striking this turn

Be careful about entering the grease spell, or you will have to make the same saves.

Could someone put a template or box or something to show where exactly the greased are is, please. 

I'll allow the pre-drawing of weapons.

Green takes a decent smackdown (-34)

Without knowing where the grease spell is, I can't move into melee. I only have a couple hours left today to post before I'm offline for flying for about 20+ hours. Could either Avonathalasa or GM show us where it is, please. 

Do the arrows help?

It helps enough that I think the space I'm moving to is clear. Thanks. 

"Slippin' and slidin. Blinded and stumblin'. You could really have just avoided looking like a bunch of fools by not being so petty about a child's insult," Vanetta chides the bullies as she advances with her rapier already in hand.

Bon Mot vs Red Will DC : 1d20 + 17 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 17 + 1 = 22
If that's a success, Red takes -2 to Perception and Will DCs for 1 minute, and she gains panache.

Her father's trusty rapier flashes in the sunlight as it strikes at Green.

Strike vs Red: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (20) + 17 = 37
Damage, P : 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (2, 1) + 4 = 7
Deadly : 1d8 ⇒ 1
Critical Specialization: Target is Flat footed until the start of Vanetta's next turn 

Finisher (only if Bon Mot succeeded) : 3d6 ⇒ (3, 3, 2) = 8

Total damage: IF Bon Mot was a success = 31, if NOT = 15 

◆ Bon Mot, ◆ Stride, ◆Strike 

@GM: It looks like Green was blinded, but then he stepped and Striked at Rhaegel. Miss chance / flat check? 

True, but he missed anyway.

The BonMot critically succeeds

((Red: -31, Green: -34, Revna: -19))

Red Strikes back at Vanetta
intimidating strike: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (16) + 15 = 31 slashing: 1d6 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15
If this hits, Vanetta is Frightened 1 (F2 on a crit)

Red then Raises Shield.

Khaul is up.

Nice hit with that rapier!

Stunned by the ferocity of Red's counter, Vanetta looks visibly shaken. but only mildly and only for a few seconds (Frightened 1, yes.) She smiles back towards Avontha in thanks for the (ooc) compliment

"Well laddie, yer had yer chance. But strikin me friends is a nono."

Will have used champions reaction to reduce Vanetta's damage by 6 and make red enfeeble-2. Or they might decide to change their mind and not hit Vanetta who really did nothing to deserve such a strike...

Raising his shield the dwarf steps forward and lashes out with his hefty dwarven warhammer.

strike purple, bump: 1d20 + 14 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 14 + 1 = 18
damage,bump: 2d8 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (3, 8) + 4 + 1 = 16

* raise shield
* stride
* strike

Reactions - either shield block or Glimpse of redemption the first time either he or an ally is hurt. If Khaul, then shield block to reduce damage by 11; If ally then Glimpse to reduce damage by 6 and attacker becomes enfeebled-2

That misses Revna.

Revna strikes back at Khaul
battleaxe: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (15) + 18 = 33 slashing: 1d8 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11
battleaxe: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (2) + 13 = 15 slashing: 1d8 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11
before raising her Shield.

Avonathalasa, Miladistra, and Rhaegal are up

Rhaegal bares his teeth at the one in green as he dodges the attack. "Now you have awakened the Dragon!" He growls and begins changing again. He drops to all fours with the familiar dragon-wolf appearing again.

Wild Shape would provoke an AOO.

The Dragon-wolf lunges at the Ulfen in front of him, snapping at his arms with deadly teeth.

Attack: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (3) + 16 = 19
Damage: 2d8 + 5 ⇒ (4, 2) + 5 = 11

Forgive the picture. I'm on mobile only and can't change it easily.

Khaul takes the blow on his shield.
Hardness 11 FTW, exactly absorbing the damage, so no damage to Khaul or his shield.

Miladistra doesn't want to drop a lightning bolt in the middle of the city, especially for a "friendly" battle like this.

So she pulls out the >Energizing Treat< Vanetta was so kind to find. Deroff snatches the biscuit and chows down.

Realizing Revna and the person in Red have scored some blows, she scatters >Glitterdust< upon the two.

◆ Draw >Energizing Treat<
◆◆ Cast >Glitterdust< Reflex Save DC 22

Jaws, Nonlethal: 1d20 + 11 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 11 - 2 = 24
Nonlethal Piercing: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (1, 7) + 3 = 11
◇ As a mature animal, Deroff will Independently Strike Revna.

are those scooby snacks?

Avonatha pulls out a few spell components, a bit of rabbit fur and a copper twine and rubbing the two items together, begins to chant [v] Ast tresr ieer iresrt [/b] as a small bolt of lightening jumps out of the items, striking the Ulfen leader and then jumping to green

DC 25 Reeflex
4d4 + 4 ⇒ (3, 2, 1, 3) + 4 = 13 electric arc

and then she casts shield on herself.

I forgot that Revna was prone so her actions should be (1)Stand up, (2)Strike (using the first roll), (3) Raise Shield.

Ref save(s) to stand up. ref: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 17
ref: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (12) + 14 = 26

So it's stand, fall, stand, strike raise shield, since she cast Haste.

They were only blinded until the start of their next turn so I presume she can see now.

As for the linnorms: Thrilled at the prospect of a fight, the linnorms settle in to watch the show from atop a nearby blue-roofed circular tower. Manglefang spends the entire fight heckling Revna and her fellow warriors.

ref(Green): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29 v electric arc
ref(Red): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20 v glitterdust
ref(Revna): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (9) + 14 = 23 v glitterdust
ref(Revna): 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (11) + 14 = 25 v electric arc

Rhaegal misses. Since Revna's shield is up, Deroff also misses.

((Red: -31, Green: -40, Revna: -25))

Green stands up
ref: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28
Strikes at Rhaegal
longsword: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (2) + 15 = 17 slashing: 1d8 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13
((If he's Hasted, that would be an Intimidating Strike but I think that missed anyway))
Then Raises Shield.

All Ulfins are Hasted(?), Red is Dazzled 1.

When the spell says Heightened 7th - does that refer to the level of the spell slot or the level of the caster - bacause if it is the level of the spell slot, only Revna is Hasted

Vanetta and Liam are up.