[Paizocon 2023] Q14 - The Swordlord's Challenge (P3) (Inactive)

Game Master UncleFroggy

As Tinsley tries to sabotage Halran's weapon, he slashes at her.

Aldori Dueling Sword vs Tinsley AC 17: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
Slashing: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Tinsley, however manages to make Halran's sword wiggly and he has problems controlling the blade.

Nevertheless, he strikes at Tinsley anyway, attempting to even the odds a bit.

Aldori Dueling Sword vs Tinsley AC 17: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
Slashing: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Doubled to 16

He turns on Norbwald and attempts to repeat the process.

Aldori Dueling Sword vs Norbwald, AC 18, Tampered: 1d20 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 - 2 = 13

He steps away, hoping to rebalance his sword.

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COMBAT TRACKER
Round: 3
Tactical Map
Active Conditions: Nonlethal combat; KO means "dead"
Before your Turn:
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Those with ** may go

-4-
**Locus-22 - AC 17, 22/22
Rhenei (-3)
Tirx - AC 18 (20, Nimble Dodge), 20/20 (temp hp: 2/2)
Halran (-19)

-3-
**Horul - AC 18, 17/17 (temp hp: 2/2)
**Norbwald - AC 18, 9/16 (temp hp: 0/2)

Note: Rhenei is still poisoned for the 2d round. Saving Throw DC 17 Fortitude; Maximum Duration 6 rounds; Stage 1 1d6 poison damage (1 round); Stage 2 1d8 poison damage and flat-footed (1 round); Stage 3 1d12 poison damage, clumsy 1, and flat-footed (1 round)

"I presume that the logic of being outnumbered two-to-one will not be enough to persuade you to yield," Locus asks knowing full well that the Aldori won't give up. But at least she tried. "Very well," she states as she again taps the battery-shaped tattoo.

Electric Arc: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
DC 18 Basic Reflex save from Rhenei and Halran

She then asks the swarm of ants to shift to the human male and leave the little ysoki alone.

Buzzing Bites: 1d4 ⇒ 1
DC 18 Fortitude save from Halran, buzzing bites

◆◆ Electric arc, ◆ buzzing bites

The hobgoblin strike the ysoki again.

Breached spear:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Breached spear, reroll:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

Damage, fire: 1d6 + 3 + 1d4 ⇒ (5) + 3 + (2) = 10

Breached spear:1d20 + 6 - 5 ⇒ (7) + 6 - 5 = 8

Damage, fire: 1d6 + 3 + 1d4 ⇒ (2) + 3 + (1) = 6

Breached spear:1d20 + 6 - 10 ⇒ (4) + 6 - 10 = 0

Damage, fire: 1d6 + 3 + 1d4 ⇒ (6) + 3 + (4) = 13

Stop to move! It's nerving. But the poison will affect you anyway.

Horul pokes Rhenei, hitting with his first attack. However, neither Rhenei nor Halran avoid Locus-22's electrifying personality and are catapulted to the mat.

COMBAT OVER

Oraelia groans as both her students drop and Marcos raises his arms and proclaims victory. The unconscious students and Pathfinders are revived with potions of Lesser Healing and bundled off to the sitting room and make a full recovery.

All in all, the two masters are pleased by the "trials". Marcos is even more impressed with the way you handled yourselves, not only in combat but also in your demeanor with the students.

"You can stay the night and return to Absalom tomorrow if you like. I'll be staying on for a few more days to close up the Lodge and settle things with Orlaelia. In either case, let's eat!!"

Marcos arranges for magnificent feast at one of Restov’s finest taverns for everyone to celebrate new friendships made, challenges overcome, and to toast to new alliances.

FIN

Thanks for playing all!

Locus-22 dismisses the swarm with her thanks. As they disappear into the floorboards, she asks them to consider relocating to another building, suggesting that perhaps they could follow the Aldoris back to their training hall. If nothing else, it's one less thing Master Farabellos will have to deal with as he gets the lodge cleaned up.

She wanders into the sitting room to check on Bugtussle. Even though she knows it was all non-lethal, she's still concerned for her "New Friend's" well-being. 'New Friend'? Where have I heard that term used? Was it in a dream, or from one of the many voices?, she muses, though the question never resolves itself satisfactorily.

At the feast, she makes sure to try one bite of each dish, but only that. She even brings out her familiar and introduces a giant grasshopper the size of a cat as "Toop" who proceeds to indulge in the feast in the opposite manner of Locus, eating as much as possible, just as a locust would.

The next morning, she opts not to return to Absalom, but instead heads off into the wilds of the River Kingdoms. Something is calling to her. Many somethings in fact. Thousands of voices all telling her in different languages and different ways that it is time to grow, to learn, to "level up."

Yeah! Level 3!

Bugtussle is indeed fine, albeit a little embarrassed about going down so early in the battle. When Locus-22 and anyone else comes by to check on him, he absently rubs at the back of his neck...or where his neck would be if he were a human, anyway.

"Shucks, I'm fine. Just wish I'd been more helpful back there; wasn't expecting to get skunked like that, y'know? I'll have to be more careful next time."

Still, nothing seems to keep the leshy down for long and at the feast later he can even been seen slapping both Dura and Halran on the back as they talk about the competition. "Hey no, it was great! You two were fast as...fast as lightning, I reckon. I learned something, learned I'll have to watch out for that little trick next time I'm up close and personal with someone carrying a blade!"