[Gameday XII] R4i's Year of The Shadow Lodge (Core) (Inactive)

Game Master roll4initiative

Buoyed by his success with the second goblin, Raknir advances on the last one and chops again (incidentally setting up a flank for Lybram or Leon).

Falchion attack, incl. bless and ic: 1d20 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 2 + 1 + 1 = 17
Damage, if applicable, incl. ic: 2d4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (4, 2) + 1 + 1 = 8

Lybram moves approaching the goblin's flank and again swings his heavy mace.
mace swing with flank and bless: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 6 + 1 + 2 = 28
damage B: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Li'le Fella stays close.
"Yeah, your raiding days have come to an end, goblin. Any last words?" Monologing

Corba continues her story: "... and that king had a lovely daughter..."

As her teammates seem to have the combat under control, she waits a bit.

Delay.

”Oooh, a princess!”

If anything is left of the last goblin, he strides over and hacks again.

Move & Attack

MW Scythe + Bless + IC: 1d20 + 9 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 9 + 1 + 1 = 30 for Slashing + IC: 2d4 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (3, 2) + 7 + 1 = 13

-1 hit/dam if Corba didn’t continue IC.

I have a feeling we're going to be dealing with an ex-goblin, here.

It's passed on. This goblin is no more. It has ceased to be. It's expired and gone to meet its maker. This is a late goblin. It's a stiff. Bereft of life, it rests in peace. If you hadn't nailed it to the perch, it would be pushing up daisies. It's rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. This is an ex-goblin! :-P :-D

Raknir brings down an overhead chop on the goblin, however, his strike is thrown aside by the goblin's shield.

Lybram moves in to flank and swings his heavy mace wide, bludgeoning the goblin in the side, nearly knocking him off his feet. The goblin reels from the massive blow, but regains his senses and readies his blade.

The goblin's eyes go wide as Leon finds an opening and swiftly decapitates the creature. The head rolls to a stop against the arena's wall.
It is an ex-goblin.
These goblin slayers have 5x their counterpart's hit points!

So, unlike a normal scenario, you'll be fighting off waves of goblins until the House (all tables) completes a certain amount of encounters. The map of the arena by no means matches the description/layout of the Irorium. The map is just for fighting the battles. After each encounter, all of the pathfinders are racing for the exits and fighting their way through goblin hordes and black dragons. You'll have a bit of time and regroup before continuing to the next encounter.

You have 1d4 ⇒ 3 rounds to regroup, heal up, and prepare for the next encounter.

Let me know what you are doing for the next 3 rounds, taking into account movement, spellcasting, etc...

"Is anyone besides Leon wounded?" Raknir wipes his sword clean and resheathes it, readying his light crossbow instead.

Leon looks down at the gash, finally noticing it. He pulls out a wand and motions to the group, ”Anbuddeh use dis on meh?”

CLW, anything within 3 HP of full please.

Be sure to let me know if you're moving or just staying in place. You have 3 rounds of actions. I'll be rolling randomly of where the next encounter happens. It would be unfortunate if Corba is separated from the rest of the group if the encounter happens to start between her and where the others are.

Raknir looks worriedly at the sky over the Irorium and the melees throughout the stands. "Gather 'round, but not too close in case one of the dragons attacks us!"

The big man looks around at all the goblins and dragons, ”Yah, das smart. We wanna capshah wun? I can grabbem an tie em up quick.”

He puts his scythe away to keep his options open.

@Corba, I think it should actually be a Ride check to move your combat trained (I’m assuming) riding dog, even into battle. And it isn’t even a check unless you try to do it with no hands, then it is DC 5.

Lybram moves to Leon and takes Leon's CLW wand. "Here you go big fella. Let's head for the southwest exit." "Too many dragons to fight here.
CLW wand charge: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
He then gives Leon his wand back. I think all that would be two rounds worth of stuff.

Lybram, Li'le Fella make for the southwest gate.

Leon waves off the wand return, ”Hold onta it, I can’t use er.”

He follows Lybram.

Not sure, but do you want us in a marching order or something. If the map is not 'totally' the same, will a movement direction and an order be okay?

Lybram cleans the head of his mace and walks cautiously. "Let's stick together, there is safety in numbers and working as a group."

I did a little map rearranging. Please adjust if you like.

No marching order needed. Just placing yourselves in a group anywhere on the map is fine. Current location is good. Leon is still down 3 hp, btw. One round of actions left. I'll start the next encounter later today.

Corba ends her performance: "... and I'll tell you more about the princess - later."

@Corba, I think it should actually be a Ride check to move your combat trained (I’m assuming) riding dog, even into battle. And it isn’t even a check unless you try to do it with no hands, then it is DC 5.

Thanks, I think you are right - as soon as I'm mounted it's a Ride check, not Handle Animal. And yes, a riding dog is combat trained.

Corba directs Rocky towards the center of the group, where she draws a wand and touches Leon lightly.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

"There, that looks better."

Gathering your resolve and healing Leon to full health with your wands, you continue to make your way towards the exit as the battle rages all around.

Suddenly, a huge black dragon descends, bearing a horde of goblins on its back. It precariously perches on the southeastern column, and frenzied goblins swiftly descend to the ground. Some employ rappels while others who are not as wise take daring leaps. Those grievously wounded meet swift ends from nearby Pathfinders, all in the desperate rush to the exits. The dragon sprays acidic breath at a seasoned group of Pathfinders and flies off to engage in battle.

Six remaining goblins, undeterred by the chaos, fix their gaze upon your group, swiftly drawing their bows in unison. With lethal intent, they prepare to unleash a volley of arrows in your direction.

Combat Tracker (round 1). Pathfinders may act! (No initiative. Just letting you all go first.)
Corba:
Raknir:
Lybram:
Leon:
Red G:
Black G:
Blue G:
Green G:
Yellow G:
Purple G:

The big man moves up next to the pillar and takes up a readied stance, ”Stay behin meh in covah fer da fahst volleh, den get ‘em!”

Total Defense, Move, AC 21, Touch 15.

He focuses on the arrows, ready to swat them aside.

Leon doesn’t have the Deflect Arrows feat, but he gonna really try hard!

Raknir takes a shot at the magenta goblin with his crossbow before moving to cover behind one of the pillars. The bolt is knocked from the air by a splash of acid from one of the dragons overhead, though.

Crossbow to goblin: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Raknir, did you move your token according to your description?

The halfling bard hears Leon's words and chooses to ignore them.

Ride - ACP (guide with knees, DC 5): 1d20 + 2 - 0 ⇒ (17) + 2 - 0 = 19

She guides her dog to a spot behind another pillar and mumbles a few words, accompanied by a gesture while grabbing something from her spell component pouch: ”Slippery when wet...”
(casting grease, Reflex DC16 or fall, see map)

A puddle of old frying oil is whipped into existence, right under the soles of three goblins! (purple, green and yellow)

Afterwards, Corba draws her crossbow.

Yes--Raknir left a space for someone else to slip in directly behind the pillar. It's still between him and most of the enemies.

Lybram dodges behind Leon, Li'le Fella on his heels. "Leon, you get blue and I'll charge black as soon as the volley passes." He thinks a second. "Make them red. Get ready!"
Lybram says a short prayer, "Give me strength and power, Erastal." Cast divine favor on himself.

Buffs: Bless +1 to atk, +1 saves verses Fear (all) for 3.3 min remaining?
Divine favor: +2 luck bonus to atk and weapon dmg for 1 min.

Leon takes cover behind a column while Raknir takes a shot with his crossbow. The bolt sails in a high arc up and over the arena's outer wall, miraculously missing any dragons flying above.

Lybram and his little bear take cover behind Leon.

Corba rides her dog to another column and conjures a pool of grease underneath the goblins.
Reflex purple: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Reflex yellow: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12
Reflex green: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
They all comically slip and fall in unison. They slide around all panicked while covered in grease.

I'll do goblins' turns tomorrow.

**House GM Announcement**

The attacks die down, and all serious threats are driven out of the Irorium and onto the streets. The eerie pillar of light still shoots skyward from somewhere on the Grand Lodge’s grounds, and the citizens of the city stand in dumb awe of the spectacle. A group of Pathfinders, badly injured from the fighting, call to you as they limp along. "Hurry, get to the Lodge! It’s under attack!"

Getting there is easier said than done. Plotting a course toward the Grand Lodge proves simple enough, given the immense pillar of light streaking up into the night sky. The streets, however, are choked with panicked and fleeing citizens. Your race through the Foreign Quarter to the Grand Lodge brings you to a large market. Collapsed buildings, broken tents, and piles of debris torn from other nearby structures form a crude but effective-looking barricade across the center of the market square, blocking your progress.
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GMs, you may begin the Fire in the Streets encounter.

Bummer. I thought we were going to have another week, at least, to do a couple more combats in the arena.

Just before the goblins are about to fire their bows and the other three attempt to stand up in the grease, the corpse of a huge dragon falls from the sky and crushes the six underneath. Your group makes a mad dash for the exit.

New map of market square is up on Slide 2. Place your icons in the yellow box to the east/right. Gray boxes are barricades, which are only 2-3 feet high and provide cover for the goblins behind them.

Your race through the Foreign Quarter to the Grand Lodge brings you to a large market. Collapsed buildings, broken tents, and piles of debris torn from other nearby structures form a crude but effective-looking barricade across the center of the market square, blocking your progress.

A woman dressed in dark clerical vestments stands behind the westernmost barricade. Noticing your approach, she commands the two goblins at the front barricades to open fire.

Pathfinders may act!

Leon looks at the single crossbow bolt sticking out of the dead dragons eye and nods to Raknir, ”Nahce shawt.”

He then hustles out of the arena, heading for the grand lodge. Probably. Directions were never his strong suit.

Seeing the barricade, he charges forward and tries to chop it in half to get to the soft goblin parts behind.

Charge while drawing scythe, attack barricade: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 9 + 2 = 19 for Slashing: 2d4 + 7 ⇒ (4, 4) + 7 = 15

AC 15 from the charge

Lybram double moves forward. "We should probably stick together, Leon. Try not to get too far ahead." Lybram huffs and puffs after Leon with Li'le Fella following. Looking back, he yells, "We are rushing the Northern barrier. Maybe you all look to flank around."

@Leon, that area directly to your south and west, except that statue in the center, is open area. Well, there are two 5' fruit stands (tan) there, too. It's just a different style of tiled ground. You can see that nasty goblin dog snarling at you, ready to charge.

Aaaah, ok! Just disregard the charge then. Double move. AC normal.

Raknir hustles forward, readying his crossbow before sending a conjured glob of acid at the goblin dog.

RTA vs. dog: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
Damage, if applicable: 1d3 ⇒ 1

@Raknir, I moved you north one square because you were on a merchant stall. Also, that statue in the middle of the map is, like, 15 feet high. You don't have line of sight to the goblin dog. I'll make a note of some sort on the map for the statue. Sorry if the resolution of the map is crappy. It looks pretty good on my tiny phone's screen. Probably not so good on everyone's computer screen.

@GM Roll4initiative: Yeah, I was looking forward to it, too. Nice Deus Ex Machina, though! ;-)

Corba guides Rocky forward, taking cover behind the statue. Peeking around the corner she casts a quick spell...

concentration: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11 (vs. DC10)

casing daze on the black goblin, Will DC 15 negates

Lybram hustles up to the barricade, as does Leon, the latter arming his scythe.

Corba takes cover behind the large statue in the center of the market square and attempts to magically cloud the mind of the goblin wearing a spiffy black top hat.
Will Save: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (15) - 1 = 14
Ha!
The goblin notices a squirrel scampering across a rooftop.
"Derp. Lookit da funny squirrel." momentarily distracted, he laughs and points at the little creature.

@Raknir: Go ahead and retcon your action.

Delay Raknir.

The goblin in the black top hat is completely distracted by the squirrel, thereby taking no actions.

The ugly, mangy dog barks and runs up to Leon and tries to clamp its jaws on Leon's arm.
Bite: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
b/p/s: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Need a DC 12 Fort save...

The goblin in blue takes a step toward Leon to get a better shot. He lets an arrow loose at the brawler.
Shortbow (w/penalty): 1d20 ⇒ 8
piercing: 1d4 ⇒ 4
The arrow plunges into the pile of debris.

Meanwhile, the human female in the back takes a step back and mutters a prayer to her foul deity.

Pathfinders are up!
Leon: -6 hp
Corba:
Raknir:
Lybram:
Black Gob:
Blue Gob:
Cleric:

Missed it by *that* much....

Spellcraft check: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

"That's a priest!" Raknir ignores the cleric and steps forward before invoking arcane power against the black-clad goblin. "Mom would be mopping up the floor with these little rateaters, I bet." The glob of conjured acid sizzles in the barrier.

Acid splash RTA vs. black: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Corba starts her performance to inspire courage in her teammates.

"Now I'm gonna tell you more about the princess!"

She then loads her crossbow.

Fort: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
Fort 2-star Reroll: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 7 + 2 = 11

…

Leon seems annoyed! He sneezes and a big booger hangs down from his nose, ”Dat hut an is itchuh. Gonna chop da mangeh ting naw.”

He swings his scythe.

MW Scythe: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17 for Slashing: 2d4 + 7 ⇒ (2, 2) + 7 = 11

Is getting over the barrier a climb check or is it just difficult terrain? Are we less then 4 minutes out and less then a minute out of the arena?/ooc]

Lybram moves forward and will swing at the goblin dog.

mace w bless and divine favor?: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 6 + 1 + 2 = 22
dmg b w divine favor: 1d8 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 + 2 = 9

[Ooc]I will move later and subtract 2 from both above if divine favor is not active anymore.

Raknir recognizes the spell as a divine spell and he lobs a glob of acid which misses its target.

Corba continues to recite her tale to inspire her teammates.

Leon suffers a severe allergic reaction to the mangey mutt. His face is swollen with itchy blistering welts. Even with watery eyes and runny nose, he strikes hard with his scythe and dispatches the hound with one wicked blow.

Each square of the barricades costs 3 squares of movement to clamber over and pick your way through.

@Lybram: You're less than 4 mins out, but it took just over a minute to reach this area. Goblin dog is dead. Would you like to do something else? I'll wait for you to post new actions.

Lybram will double move and get adjacent to the black dressed goblin.
"Charge, for Absalom! Die, Goblin!"

I had already moved 5 feet. 10 to get to the barrier, 25 to get on the barrier and 40 to get beside the goblin.

Lybram clambers onto the rubble, jagged metal, and other debris that make up the barricade.
Lybram perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Unfortunately, a cable snaps and a pile of debris comes tumbling down on Lybram.
Reflex save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Bludgeoning: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 3) = 8 damage.

Will get to goblins' turns very soon...

With Lybram stunned (not in game terms) after getting crushed with a pile of debris, the goblin in black steps back a few paces and fires his bow at Lybram...
Shortbow: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
Piercing: 3d4 ⇒ (1, 1, 1) = 3

The goblin with a blue bandana covering his head also steps back a few paces and fires at Leon...
Shortbow: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
Piercing: 3d4 ⇒ (2, 2, 1) = 5

The female cleric points at Leon and intones befuddling words. Leon's mind tries to comprehend the confusing ramblings...
Leon Will save vs. DC 14: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Leon appears utterly confused!
Confusion Chart: 1d100 ⇒ 86
With a wild look in his eyes, Leon raises his scythe and turns toward Lybram!

Woah. I'm so sorry! I'm in complete shock about those two identical crits & crit confirm rolls.

Pathfinders are up!
Leon: -11 hp (confused!)
Corba:
Raknir:
Lybram: -11 hp
Black Gob:
Blue Gob:
Goblin Dog:
Cleric:

Leon squints at Lybram, then his eyes take on a manic gleam, ”You wunna dem! You led us inta dis trap!”

He swings his scythe wildly, everyone in the know praying for a poor attempt (or at least not another Crit, lol).

MW Scythe + Bless/IC: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 9 + 2 = 28 for Slashing + IC: 2d4 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (1, 4) + 7 + 1 = 13

Oh, that's bad. Nothing I can do about it, though, except draw fire. Raknir rushes up and invokes a more complex spell than his usual. Two darts of magical force strike the cleric.

Magic missile damage: 2d4 + 2 ⇒ (2, 2) + 2 = 6

"That's what I get for trying to be a hero..." Then the scythe comes down, "Leon, no!"

I will assume Lybram is still standing and that Lybram is not restrained by anything that fell on him. But, that he is still in difficult terrain.

"Erastil, not resistance, but healing." Converts resist energy to cure moderate wounds and casts it.
CMW: 2d8 + 4 ⇒ (3, 5) + 4 = 12

Lybram moves away from the crazed wild eyed brute, "Heel, li'le Fella, heel." Lybram will move off the junk pile and away from Leon towards the black goblin.
heel command as a free action on Li'le Fella: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Yep, even Li'le Fella has turned his back on Lybram. Wow, dice roller is out to get me. HP should now be correct on 35-11-13+12 for 23.

Corba keeps her performance up.

"Unfortunately, the princess could only speak gibberish..."

She guides Rocky forward and aims her crossbow at the goblin in black, then pulls the trigger.

Light Crossbow: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
Piercing: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Ride - ACP: 1d20 + 2 - 0 ⇒ (4) + 2 - 0 = 6 (DC 5)

Leon's thoughts swirl in a chaotic maelstrom as he slashes Lybram with his scythe, a frenzied action that suddenly snaps him back to reality.
Luckily it was lesser confusion.

With swift precision, Raknir hurls two bolts of force, unerringly striking the female cultist. She grimaces, then instinctively ducks for cover.

Lybram, his side grievously wounded, applies pressure to stem the flow before his innards spill out. A fervent prayer to Erastil is swiftly answered, providing the much-needed divine healing. He scrambles over the debris, though his little bear, tempted by the alluring scents of the abandoned Meat on a Stick cart nearby, seems momentarily distracted.

Mounted on her trusty riding dog, Corba weaves her inspiring tale, captivating her eager teammates. She deftly fires her crossbow at the goblin in the top hat behind the barricade, eliciting a yelp of pain.

Enemies' turn...
The goblin in the snazzy top hat hastily pulls back, gaining some distance. He raises his bow and takes a shot at Lybram.
Shortbow: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Piercing: 1d4 ⇒ 3
The arrow disappears into the distance.

Meanwhile, the goblin in blue aims at Corba as she charges toward him astride her dog, darting between the looming statue and small fruit carts...
Shortbow: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Piercing: 1d4 ⇒ 1
The arrow nicks her in the thigh.
The goblin swiftly backs closer to the cultist, forming a protective barrier.

The female cultist, catching sight of Raknir's approach, points at him ominously, her murmured prophesies casting a pall of dread over him.
Make a DC 14 Will save or become Shaken.

Combat Tracker (round 3). Pathfinders are up!
Leon: -6 hp
Corba: -1 hp
Raknir:
Lybram: -9 hp
Black Gob: -3 hp
Blue Gob:
Goblin Dog:
Cleric: -6 hp

DC 14 Will save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

The half-orc gives a toothy grin as he continues to close, easily resisting the feeble mind trick. His grin turns to a snarl of rage. "I'M GOING TO TEAR THAT SYMBOL OFF YOUR NECK AND FEED IT TO YOU!"

Intimidate check to demoralize cleric: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32

Hey, I bet she's going to be shaken for a little while.

Lybram sees an opening to the cultist, still feeling heroic and enraged at being tricked by the barricade trap, he strides forward shield and mace ready. He swings his mace with rage fueled strength at the lady.
mace swing wPA, bless and IC: 1d20 + 6 - 1 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 6 - 1 + 1 + 1 = 25
dmg B wPA and IC: 1d8 + 2 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 2 + 2 + 1 = 12

Black hued oblin could AoO if he has melee weapon out.
"Raknir, don't let that bugger behind me to backstab me."
"Li'le Fella, Heel!
heel command: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11 dc10