Lil"Eschie Pallid Plague PFS

Game Master Escharid Blackrose

The eidolon hustles closer to combat but still not striking distance. Double move

Nabla turns around andcloses in on the other foe. Double move, the last 5ft provoke an AoO

Cece attacked the enemy, she wouldn't have known to go after the goop and Rusty wouldn't have redirected her. She has a lot of autonomy.

no problem, thanks for the info! New round!

Not feeling particularly threatened the dhampir tries for a gentler blow

Attack, nonlethal, flank: 1d20 + 6 - 4 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 6 - 4 + 2 = 15
damage: 1d10 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Rusty shrugs as the enemy does nothing. The Android chops a few more goopy strands away.

Slash: 1d6 ⇒ 6

8/15 chopped

The pup keeps snapping at the enemy!

Bite: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10 for BPS: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Poindexter's attack is more than enough to stun the second man, who falls on the ground.

Could everyone (except Rusty) roll a Fort save?

Fort: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

Fortitude: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

fort save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Fortitude save: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (10) - 1 = 9
Faceless man, fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Fort: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

"Nice blow, Poindexter!"

Rusty agrees, ”It was well struck.”

Rusty looks over the fields, "I say we burn it all. Obviously this is where the source of the disease is."

They add shortly afterwards, "After removing ourselves and these two farmers, of course."

Ling makes a bee line for the south, to get out of the dangerous flower field before he becomes a raving lunatic too.

Navatsiyk also retrats hastily out of field while gesturing to her eidolon to follow.

We should leave, but burning it could make things worse if it puts the source of the zombies into the air.

Aren't there supposed to be Fey around here somewhere?

Carrying the stunned foes out of the field of dangerous flowers, you regroup near the trees.

The gardeners are out cold, and without some healing will probably stay so a long time.

Poindexter looks around for feys but doesn't find any. Yet.

Need a Fortitude save from Poindexter

Rusty helps tie the foes up, ”Should we wake them? Burn the field? Something else?”

The Android scratches Cece’s neck fur.

"We talk first. Flowers maybe good. Maybe just cursed?"

Ling approaches the least injured and gives him a kick. With a grunt he pulls out some smelling salts and sticks it by his nose while he sits on him.

The one Ling administrates smelling salts to seems to come back to conciousness, but barely.

Both of your foe will need some healing, but you can try to interrogate them while using the salts before they pass out

Rusty taps one with their wand.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

”Why did you attack us?”

BLASPHEMERS! SCIONS OF CITIES! PAWNS OF A DEGRADENT CIVILISATION! SYCOPHANTS OF FAME! WORSHIPPERS OF GOLD! YOU ARE UNCLEAN, UNTRUE, UNWORTHY OF NATURE'S GIFTS! DEATH AND DECAY AWAIT YOU! YOU WILL BE SEIZED BY THE THROAT AND DRAGGED CHOCKING TO YOUR GRAVES, AND YOUR ROTTING BODIES WILL BE USED AS FERTILIZER!

Can I get a Sense motive roll please?

Sense motive: 1d20 ⇒ 8

"I'm not unclean! I have bathed." Navatsiyk feels completely baffled by man's tirade

sense motive, untrained: 1d20 ⇒ 18

SM: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (11) - 2 = 9

”There we go, finally someone is talking to us. You wouldn’t imagine how frustrating it is to constantly be attacked for no reason everywhere we go and not even be told why. Now then, I do live in a city, that’s true. But I’m not trying to make you live in a city. Can’t we all get along? I’ve heard that said a lot since I was awakened.”

"He be madman. Foolish talk make no sense. Maybe he make better ferti.. fert? What is fertiser? Is that zombie?"

Sense Motive, untrained: 1d20 ⇒ 2

If you mean fertilizer, it's good for plants, which, I suppose, zombies could be used for, depending on the zombie and the plant that is.

Someone doesn't like civilization and the expansion of for profit agriculture.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

"Hey, you better watch your mouth or I will gladly seal it! I certainly do not live in cities. At least not permanently..."

The man seems to eye CeCe with an amused and perverse interest

Soon.. Soon, my dog.

Then he answers to Poindexter
Dead corpse will fulfill their duties to Nature and feed it. More plants wil grow. Civilisation shall fall as the many are culled by the disease, giving way to the few. Cities will learn silence again, after the echoes of the last moans of the dying fade away. The promise has been made and shall be fulfilled.

Rusty thinks for a moment then replies, ”Well that’s all well and good except for me. I don’t get your fleshy diseases. And I am also blessed by the gods. So how do you plan on stopping me? Got someone really tough who can take me on?”

Then he answers to Poindexter
Dead corpse will fulfill their duties to Nature and feed it. More plants wil grow. Civilisation shall fall as the many are culled by the disease, giving way to the few. Cities will learn silence again, after the echoes of the last moans of the dying fade away. The promise has been made and shall be fulfilled.

Who are you to make such a promise? ...and what about the undead? My sire is out there somewhere. What will you do about the ones who can't be diseased?

Poindexter's last words seem to surprise the man, who stay speechless a few seconds, as if he never considered this possibility.

Then, nearly pouting, he answers

I'm sure she has a plan.

”Does she have a plan for when we burn this field? Also why are you talking to my dog, I did not give you permission to do so. What is going to be soon?”

Who is she? You keep saying she and her as though we should know her, but we just arrived today.

The dog will die. Soon. So are some of you. We know the sickness. Your bodies will testify. Rotting from the inside.

He spits on the ground, and gives an eery smile
Burn the field if you want; you can slow us but you can't stop us. Tonight ...

He stops talking, as if he realised he was about to say too much
Diplomacy, Bluff or Intimidate roll

Aid Bluff, Diplomacy or Intimidate: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1

Rusty does none of the social skills well. And does not help anyone here as usual.

But they do look closely at Cece, ”Hmmm, maybe you are coming down with something. Let’s toughen you up.”

Switching Cece’s animal focus to that of a bear, +2 Con.

ha ha ha ha ha, sure why not

Intimidate, aid: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (12) - 2 = 10

Poindexter stabs his large sword into the ground and stares.

it's a miracle, +2 to the actually trained person who tries to convince him

The eidolon menacingly leans closer and puts his claws to man's shoulder. "How many people you have and what happens tonight?"

Intimidate aid: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

intimidate: 1d20 ⇒ 1

I don't know what to say. Ling is at a loss for words and just throws and explicative in Tien at the prisoner.

Nabla glares menacingly at the man, showing her teeth.

"You heard the question. Spill it!"

Intimidate: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18 Yes! :-D

Two assists so far put us at a 22.

We have a few men, working together, some of us has gone to town with a cart, to give the flowers to anyone."She" is Vondrulla. I don't know her full name, but she always carry a big, sharp scythe. I heard she plans a feast tonight near the town, in a clearing. I don't know much more, I just take care of the flowers.

GM, what time is it? And how easy does it look like we could burn this field? I figure if we have time, we do that first, then look for this clearing.

Rusty smiles, showing perfect teeth. Definitely too perfect to be normal.

"Thanks! You have been super helpful. You do know that you are the baddies, right? Trying to kill everyone on the planet isn't a good thing. Definitely not a good thing. So where is this clearing?"

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I also want to try to do this Faction Journal Card Goal. It's a longshot but I think it's about all I can do on this mission. This attempt is unrelated to the scenario activities and DCs.

Convince an NPC who serves an oppressive or tyrannical leader to abandon that leader of their own free will by succeeding at a Diplomacy or Perform (oratory) check with a DC equal to 15 + your character level

Diplomacy DC 16: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2

Eeesh, whelp I tried!

"Party not hard to find, no? People come, people go, people make nose."

Rusty and all: its the evening (around 7 o'clock), you're an hour's walk from the town so you'll have to hurry a bit

Unsurprisingly, the man refuses to cooperate with Rusty's demands.

But as Ling said, if there is a party of some sort, it's bound to make some noise, so it shouldn't be too hard to find out.

Apparently he mispronounces noise though :)

Rusty glances at the sky, ”Oh no, it’s almost evening. We must hurry. Onward Cece!”