[GM school] Silverhex Chronicles

Game Master Redelia

Percp: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18 "If the bear is restless, why is its head rest up there?" Crowe points to the flagpole.

"Well, you'd be getting restless if you had a pole sticking out of your neck for who knows how long."

"I'm not so sure, Lara. I think I can stay still quite a long time..."

Newt seems to be kind of serious about this. Well, sometimes, when he doesn't move, he really looks like an armed and armored statue... a very, very ugly statue.

Inside:

"Hello. Do you have dwarven beer? If yes, I'll have a pint. If not... well, then I'll have a pint of the strongest beer you have." After a brief pause he seems to remember something he should say. "Oh! Please."

Newt has Cha 5. *shrugs* Would be better if somebody else did the talking... ;-)

"I'll take a pint of whatever you give him," Thurgar says, taking a seat and looking expectantly at the taller and friendlier members of the group to take the lead.

Thurgar's got an 8 so he's got a fairly good chance of botching things, too.

"Spirits for me, thanks."

Lara has a +3, which is the best of the party so far.

No checks needed to talk, just a chance to ask questions.

Also please roll perception, everyone.

Perc: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

"Do you know how to get to Cannibal' Grove?"

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25 o_O

I really hope we won't use up all the good rolls just at the start of this quest...

"Thank you." Lara sips at her drink.
perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26
Well, what are the chances?

Don't worry, I'll mess it up.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 14

Could have been worse.

Thurgar focuses on his drink largely to the detriment of his environment.

Several of you notice junk stashed in odd places up in the rafters, as if a small creature has been stealing things. You don't see any sign of the creature, though.

The hostess replies, “I’m not keen ta put my own soul in peril, steerin’ yas to such unhallowed spots.” (diplomacy or intimidate to convince her)

Intimidate: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12 "Are you sure you don't want to tell us?" Crowe pretends to be scary :)

She laughs off Crowe, evidently believing he's cute rather than intimidating.

Diplomacy/Intimidate? Newt (with Cha 5 and no ranks)? Yeah, right. But I'll try anyway. Here goes nothing:

Intimidate: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (20) - 3 = 17 :-O :-D

Newt glares at her. "I'd prefer you do not laugh at us - I do not appreciate that at all. We can handle ourselves quite fine, so I wouldn't worry much about your soul..."

Didn't expect the dicebot being nice to me... but I'll take it! ^_^

"I'd take his advice. 'Sides, worse people than you have sent people into danger, Pharasma didn't care." Lara says, leaning forwards as she grins and unfastens the retention strap of her holster."

AoN: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

AoN?

Aid another, sorry

The woman shrugs and gives you directions.

Perception checks, please, for as you leave the inn.

Percep: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6 Crowe's attention is still at the motionless restless bear.

"Thanks."

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Percep: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (9) + 11 = 20

Thurgar quickly downs the remaining contents of his mug before clapping it down on the bar as a sign of appreciation.

"Thanks for your hospitality and help," he says with a wave as he hustles out after his fellow adventurers.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 12

Lara notices that the stuffed bear head is now missing.

"Uh, guys? Am I tripping, or did the bear head vanish?"

Lara glances around nervously.

"Huh. Should we tell the hostess inside?"

Crowe nods to Newt's great idea

Barely out the door, Thurgar turns on his heel and ducks his head back inside.

"Hey! How restless is this bear? Because it's gone. Does that happen a lot?" he asks.

"Must be the neigborhood teenagers..."

"She says it's just some teenagers. Nothing to worry about," Thurgar says, returning to the group, confident in the answer.

"Okay, then." Newt shrugs. "Shall we start walking?"

You find your way to the spot known as Canibal's Grove. Thick tendrils of mist rise from the ground, and unsettling noises permeate the clearing. Crimson thistles have overtaken the clearing, punctuated by a ring of mossy standing stones. In the center, a neglected stone slab bears ancient stains and gouges.

Perception checks, please, everyone.

When arriving at the clearing Newt scans the area. "Looks like we're here. Hmmm... anybody see something noteworthy?"

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20 I think paizo ate my post

"Maybe those teens came out here," Thurgar comments.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 19

Percep: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17
Glancing at the slab, Lara shrugs.
"That explains why it's called Cannibal's Grove."

You notice that there is a haunt in the stone circle.

You are able to avoid the circle and go to the stream described in the journal entry.

In the middle of the stream is a tiny islet. You're pretty sure that is the only area that fits the description.

Crowe will takes out his weapon just in case there are any cannibals.

Thurgar takes one look at the tree fallen across the stream then looks at the more agile members of the party.

"Anyone want to try that while the rest of us keep a lookout? I'm just going to get wet if I attempt it," he says.

Lara draws her pistol and walks closer to the fallen tree.
"At least those stains aren't fresh..."
She says as she tests the log with a foot.

Newt follows Thurgar's look, shrugs and answers: "Not really. But if I get wet anyway I could also swim across..."

Please put yourselves on the map once you decide how you're handling things. I've placed a yellow arrow on the map to show where the island is.

OK, two of you are still not on the map, and I don't get the impression you have a clear plan of how to handle things here.

Token added yesterday. Was driving back from out of state convention for VA duty games and was too tired to post, sorry
Crowe suddenly start to miss the Grippli witch. Not being able to Detect Magic surely doesn't help them finding a magical lantern.

He moves back to make room for a runnning start, then rushes forward and leaps for the small river island......
Acrobatic: 1d20 ⇒ 19

Is anyone else doing anything?

Thurgar will get out his shield and hammer and keep a lookout.

Lara watches Crow cross, glancing at the clearing behind him nervously. She thumbs back the hammer on her pistol.

Crowe makes it across. Perception check, please, Crow.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
"What does lantern looks like again?"

Thurgar will get out his shield and hammer and keep a lookout.

Newt draws his weapon and shield, too.

Crowe, I need several strength checks to represent digging while you search.