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A smallish grippli sits cross-legged against the wall of the entrance lobby. He positions his longbow at an angle resting on the floor and uses his extended tongue to lick the taut string repetitively but with measured care. He inspects his work occasionally and waits for any sense of who he will be working with.
Hey! My name is G'look, I am pleased to meet you! He practices in his head as he waits.
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A slender red-haired human woman in mismatched hide armor stops just outside the entrance. She pulls out a locket and looks inside. Her eyes mist over as she runs a finger over the portraits it contains. She sighs mournfully, closes the locket and returns it to its place next to her heart. Visibly steeling herself she takes a deep breath and enters the lobby. Seeing only the grippli she hesitantly approaches. "Erm...I think I'm supposed to meet some people here for a mission briefing. Am I in the right place?" She holds out her hand. "They call me Red Agnes."
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A small pine tree approaches, covered in bits and bobs of various types. You see little bits of tinsel, star-shaped metal ornaments, colorful globes, and a sparkly star on top of her head. She carries jingle bells with her, humming a cheerful tune.
"Hello! I'm Hollifyr. It's so nice to meet all of you."
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You've ended up in the Vaults of the Grand Lodge, having been sent there by Eando Kline after a less than informative briefing.
A massive dollhouse, nearly eight feet tall, stands on top of a short but ornately carved table. The legs and base of the table have crows, dogs, cats, and other similar symbols carved into every available surface. The dollhouse itself appears to be an extravagant representation of a house in the land of endless winter. Fake snow covers its roof, and sculpted icicles hang down, glistening.
Despite its formerly rich appearance, it is clear the dollhouse has seen better days. The fake snow and ice have yellowed with age. The paint, once bright blue and white, is dull and peeling. The wooden base has darkened with time, except in a few places where it has chipped and revealed fresh wood.
The most obvious feature, though, is the missing wall. Typical of a dollhouse, it would allow access to the interior of the house for play or observation. While the rooms and several dolls can be seen inside, it looks hazy and somehow off, as if something is interfering with the transition from inside to out.
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A tall woman strides confidently into the lodge, her long ponytailed hair swinging from side to side with each step. Upon reaching her destination, she introduces herself with poise.
"Lesley Hart, at your service," she declares, adjusting her triggerbrand accordingly. With focused attention, she leans in to examine the dollhouse up close, delicately running her fingers over the peeling old paint and powderizing it between her fingertips.
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As Lesley, Hollifyr and Mahatma all examine the dollhouse, all of you suddenly feel disoriented, as if you've just been teleported somewhere. In fact, you have....
A tumbleweed trundles along the vast hall. A second look reveals this is not a tumbleweed but an oversized dust ball. This grand foyer is not as majestic as it once was. Large flakes of bright paint peel off the walls. Dust covers wooden carvings and ornaments that are all just slightly too large for the cabinets they sit on. A dry staleness fills the air. The most notable feature is the lack of an eastern wall. Beyond it, the Pathfinder Society Vaults are visible, albeit appearing much larger than they were a few seconds ago.
It doesn't take you long to realize that you are, in fact, inside the dollhouse!!
A stuffed sloth holding a broom smiles warmly as she approaches. "Hello, visitors. Guests. Friends. It's been so long since we've seen anyone else. My fellow workers have become hopeless over our lack of purpose, but not me. I knew someone would come eventually. You can help renew our reasons for being here."
A frown flashes across her face for the briefest second before she softens, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm. "Or maybe you could even help us finally leave this place! The Warden wouldn't listen to me, but maybe she'll listen to you. Or better yet, you can help gather everyone, and show them there's a world outside. We'll need to enlist as many as possible to our cause to even have a chance of gaining an audience with The Warden, but I think it might work. That is, if you're willing to help." Her button eyes stare longingly at the open wall. "Forgive me. I am Sweeper, a janitor of sorts around here, not of much importance, but I know everyone and everything. Pleased to meet you."
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Lesley quickly draws out her gun and quickly scans the new place they are in. After realizing there is no threat, she relaxes and stows her weapon back to its proper place.
"How long have you been here?" she asks Sweeper. "I am not sure why you can't leave, but I know there might be a door out here somewhere." Lesley begins to look around the place for a door.
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Lesley finds a door in well, the front of the house. However when she, G'look, and Red Agnes attempt to leave, they run up against an invisible barrier that prevents them from going any further.
"Oh, we can't leave. I've tried lots of times. I don't even know how long we've been here. It's kinda hard to tell, really. What we need to do is go see the Warden and convince her to let us leave. Will you help us?"
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"Hmmm. If that is the only way, sure." Lesley gives up trying to find another way to get out and agrees to help Sweeper. "So where is this Warden so that we can talk to them already?" She realizes that Sweeper mentioned gathering and convincing 'everyone' before they face the Warden.
"Who would you like us to speak to first?" she asks the poppet, hoping she knows her allies better.
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"Oh the Warden is scary. I think they're the one keeping us all in, but I don't know for sure."
Sweeper leads you south to a large room. The wooden chairs and sofas that line this room are all slightly bigger than they should be. A heavy layer of dust coats everything except for a well-worn circle around the perimeter. A figure appearing to be a stylized wooden Ulfen warrior with a large wind-up key in his back paces through this circle.
Sweeper leans in and says softly "That's Tartan. He's a former guard. He paces the room out of boredom since the prisoners left"
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Tartan's face lights up, both at Lesley's description of the outside world and watching Mahatma's jump.
"I like your friends, Sweeper! I think we should listen to them!" he says enthusiastically.
Sweeper then leads you to another room. "This room was used to give the prisoners some recre--.. "
Sweeper's voice ends in a terrified shriek before she bolts from the room. You rush in and find four rather large rats () waiting for you. They do not look friendly.
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COMBAT TRACKER
Round: 1
Tactical Map
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Those with ** may go
**Lesley Hart - AC 19 (20 w/buckler), 28/28
**G'look - AC 17, 15/15
**Hollifyr - AC 18, 17/17
Yellow
Starlight Sparkle - AC 17, 34/34
Blue
Red
Red Agnes - AC 18, 22/22
White
Mahatma, the Desert Sage - AC 16, 18/18
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G'look runs in and shoots Red, his arrow drilling through its eye and out the back of its head, killing it instantly. He fires a second arrow at Yellow, which skips off the floor.
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COMBAT TRACKER
Round: 1
Tactical Map
Active Conditions:
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Those with ** may go
**Lesley Hart - AC 19 (20 w/buckler), 28/28
G'look - AC 17, 15/15
**Hollifyr - AC 18, 17/17
Yellow
Starlight Sparkle - AC 17, 34/34
Blue
Red Agnes - AC 18, 22/22
White
Mahatma, the Desert Sage - AC 16, 18/18
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Hollifyr jingles her bells as she considers the nearest creature (White).
"I heard about you from a Nutcracker friend! I know your weakness! Ballet shoes!" With her bell hand, she draws a ribbon that seems to have come from a pair of well-worn ballet shoes.
Hollifyr moves a little closer and pulls a star-shaped ornament from another of her branches. She hurls it at the rat.
Trigger The target of your Exploit Vulnerability makes a Strike or Casts a Spell that would affect you or one of your allies.
Requirements You are holding your bell implement, and the triggering creature is within 30 feet of you.
Your implement sings out abruptly, disrupting your foe. The piece played depends on whether the trigger was a Strike or Spell, and it applies to the triggering Strike or Spell, except where noted otherwise.
Distracting Cacophony The trigger is a spell. You create a musical crash of sonic energy that assails the target and breaks its concentration. The target must succeed at a Fortitude save against your class DC or become stupefied 1 until the end of your next turn (stupefied 2 on a critical failure). The target doesn't have to attempt a flat check to avoid losing the triggering spell, but the discordant ring does lower the spell attack roll or spell DC of the triggering spell from stupefied.
Disrupting Harmony The trigger is a Strike. You create a strangely discordant harmony that sinks into your foe's mind and throws its movements off. The target must succeed at a Will save against your class DC or become your choice of enfeebled 1 or clumsy 1 until the end of your next turn (enfeebled 2 or clumsy 2 on a critical failure).
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Lesley instinctively draws out her triggerbrand and sets it into ranged mode. She advances to get a nice view of the hostile creatures in the room. She then shoots at White.
vs White
B/P damage (concussive)
After shooting, she carefully Steps close to White while setting his weapon into melee and reloads it simultaneously.
◇ Spring the Trap
◆ Stride
◆ Strike
◆ Touch and Go
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Hollifyr and Lesley attack White, their weapons almost cutting the creature in half. Yellow moves up to Lesley and attempts to bite her.
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Fortunately, Lesley is much faster than the rat.
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COMBAT TRACKER
Round: 1
Tactical Map
Active Conditions:
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Those with ** may go
Lesley Hart - AC 19 (20 w/buckler), 28/28
G'look - AC 17, 15/15
Hollifyr - AC 18, 17/17
Yellow
**Starlight Sparkle - AC 17, 34/34
Blue
Red Agnes - AC 18, 22/22
White (-11)
Mahatma, the Desert Sage - AC 16, 18/18
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Three motes of light fly from Starlight's horn and slam into Yellow, staggering it but not dropping it. Blue heads towards G'look and tries to bite.
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Like Yellow, Blue can't seem to bite straight.
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COMBAT TRACKER
Round: 1
Tactical Map
Active Conditions:
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Those with ** may go
Lesley Hart - AC 19 (20 w/buckler), 28/28
G'look - AC 17, 15/15
Hollifyr - AC 18, 17/17
Yellow (-10)
Starlight Sparkle - AC 17, 34/34
Blue
**Red Agnes - AC 18, 22/22
White (-11)
Mahatma, the Desert Sage - AC 16, 18/18
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Agnes jumps into action and succeeds in knocking the White Rat out.
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COMBAT TRACKER
Round: 1-2
Tactical Map
Active Conditions:
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Those with ** may go
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**Lesley Hart - AC 19 (20 w/buckler), 28/28
**G'look - AC 17, 15/15
**Hollifyr - AC 18, 17/17
Yellow (-10)
Starlight Sparkle - AC 17, 34/34
Blue
Red Agnes - AC 18, 22/22
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**Mahatma, the Desert Sage - AC 16, 18/18
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With White taken care of, Lesley slashes at Yellow in melee with her weapon.
vs Yellow
S damage
Shen then throws her triggerbrand into the air, catching it skillfully. It transforms into ranged mode, and with precision, she shoots Yellow.
B/P damage (concussive)
◆ Strike
◆ Interact to change from melee to ranged mode
◆ Strike
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Lesley's initial slash cuts Yellow's snout off but miraculously doesn't finish the creature. The second shot to the head, however, splatters its brains against the opposite wall.
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COMBAT TRACKER
Round: 1-2
Tactical Map
Active Conditions:
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Those with ** may go
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Lesley Hart - AC 19 (20 w/buckler), 28/28
**G'look - AC 17, 15/15
**Hollifyr - AC 18, 17/17
**Starlight Sparkle - AC 17, 34/34
Blue
Red Agnes - AC 18, 22/22
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**Mahatma, the Desert Sage - AC 16, 18/18