Shades of [ULTRA PLUS] Ice [CORE]

Game Master Will Huston

Corba sighs. "Well, Leon, that wasn't very successful, was it? Let's go get a quick drink and then try again..."

After two mugs of beer the bard - and hopefully the fighter, too - hit(s) the streets again, asking people for information.

Versatile Performance used for Diplomacy:
Perform: Oratory, skill focus: 1d20 + 11 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 11 + 3 = 33 :-D
if applicable, add a +2 circumstance from MW tool (bullhorn)
Time: 1d6 ⇒ 2 hours

Leon smiles at the idea and ends up drinking several more than two. It loosens him up a bit.

Diplomacy Aid Corba: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (10) - 2 = 8

A bit too much, unfortunately.

Leon’s CLW wand cast by Corba on him since I don’t think we healed: 2d8 + 2 ⇒ (2, 6) + 2 = 10

Diplo Aid: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12 Shannon accompanies Corba in search of the last missing info

Corba finds a gnome, with a tin cup, begging for coins near the market square. His name is Thorgrin, nursing numerous bruises, including a nasty black eye.

"Hjort and Runa, you say? Yeah, I know ‘em. I drink a beer and get punched in the face, for coin, every night down at the Horned Helm, and
they’ve been there for weeks—months maybe. I tell ya, that Hjort can throw a punch, and don’t get Runa started about religion—she’s likely to talk about it long enough it starts a fight and the way she ends fights ain’t fair, ain’t right, and just ain’t normal. Runa is a white-haired woman from Cheliax, and Hjort is a large brute with red hair, a red beard, and a scar across his left cheek"

Leon gets his booboos checked over.

Bobbie spends the remaining hours sipping on a beer and waiting for the rest of the group to come back - while keeping a close eye on Corgrim to make sure he doesn't waste all of his money on poker games.

"Thank you very much, Thorgrin! Here, take this silver so you can have a few beers tonight without being punched in the face."

Corba hands the gnome a silver coin.

"Shannon, Leon, I think we should go meet the others!"

Leon wipes the trail of drool from his mouth after throwing up in the alley, ”Ya, aight.”

He rinses his mouth out with some water and follows Corba with a yawn. His stomach rumbles.

I could use some dinnah…

With a destination firmly in mind, the party sets off to find the tavern known as the Horned Helm.

The Horned Helm is a low-slung, two-story building of questionable construction leaning heavily over a shoddy corner of mud and brick in the dankest, filthiest parcel of land in all of the market. It has no windows, as they’ve all been broken and boarded over; its only door looks like a simple plank of wood covered in scratches, burns, and probably blood stains.

Noise, heat, and smoke pour out from under that door and rise to a staggering crescendo of laughter as the door swings lazily open and two bodies are unceremoniously dumped into the rutted, frozen mud streets outside. A battered sign hangs above the door, swinging on two chains, one shorter than the other. It bears the faded image of an Ulfen helm with two ridiculously large horns.

It is hot in the Horned Helm. Two iron furnaces, filled with coal, lumber and anything else flammable, belch smoke into the room. The smoke, and the sweat that comes with 100 degree ambient temperatures, cause a fetid stench to roil over the room.

"Oh, looks at we gots here! A bunch of fancy southerners who got losts, is its?" the gruff bartender, missing his arm, says. Several jeers, catcalls, and flat-out insults, follow from the crowd. Some are in Taldane, some are in Skald, Korba recognizes a particular nasty insult about the moral character of Corgrim's mother in Sylvan. A bunch of laughs follow from each insult.

The room settles down, but not entirely.

I've placed you guys outside the bar on the map on slide 8. Go ahead and position yourselves in that first room as you wish. You also should probably give me a Perception check as well.

Perc: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (6) - 1 = 5

The Brute looks confused and turns to Corba, ”Eye Kurba, dey talkin bout us? We frumda sout?”

He stays near Corba, wherever she moves to.

I didn't understand all of it, but I've been in enough bar brawls to feel some hostility toward us, Corba. Try to smooth things if you can..

perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20
Sense Motive, Alertness: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Versatile Performance used for Sense Motive:
Perform: Oratory, skill focus: 1d20 + 11 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 11 + 3 = 20
if applicable, add a +2 circumstance from MW tool (bullhorn)

"Why yes, Leon, we are from the South - from a Northerner's perspective. But lost, we are not!"

The halfling bard, ignoring all catcalls and insults, casually walks to the bar followed by Leon.
I moved Leon with Corba as he stated he would stay near her.
She climbs an empty stool and starts talking to the bartender with a cheery attitude and a big smile on her face.

"Hi there! What's your name? I'm Corba Nana, travelling bard, and this is Leon. He's hungry and I'm thirsty, so what can you do to change that? I'll pay for it with well told tales of heroic adventures, tragic stories of unrequited love and funny jokes! Or with coin, if you prefer boring money over great entertainment."

Versatile Performance used for Diplomacy to improve his attitude:
Perform: Oratory, skill focus: 1d20 + 11 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 11 + 3 = 32
if applicable, add a +2 circumstance from MW tool (bullhorn)

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 14 Shannon patiently hears the last words of the Horned Helm's patrons.
Shannon is from Tian Xia which is reached by going further north and cross the Crown of the World

Perception: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (17) + 15 = 32.

Cayden quietly scopes out the room.

Bobbie looks just about ready to punch someone in the face. At least it will be an asset if things go south. Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

The vibe that Corba gets is that this a rough bar, that everyone gets insulted, and frankly, trying to be good-natured about it rather than hitting back is seen as unsporting. Most people here are too drunk to be a threat, but there's definitely an undercurrent of people who want to get in a fight.

Corgrim spots that there's a redheaded man with a red beard and scar on his left check, just the same description as Hjort Fastaxe.

Cayden stays outside, apparently, really needing to empty his bladder.

"Coins good," the bartender says to Corba, "Yous can use thems for other things."

"Okay then. A mug of mulled wine for me and water for him, please. And a plate or bowl of whatever's on the menue today. How much?"

While the bartender is busy with the order, Corba whispers to Leon: "Pssst! Hey, Leon! I am sure that this a rough bar - a place where everyone gets insulted, and being good-natured about it is frowned on. I'm gonna hit back with words, but there are definitely a few people here that want to get in a fight - that gnome we talked to wasn't joking about that. When (not if!) it comes to that, I rely on your fists, so be ready." She winks.

After the drinks and meal arrive, Corba loudly crackos a joke:
"Hey bartender, do you know the difference between a bartender and a toilet? A toilet can only serve one a@*@$!$ at a time!"

If this doesn’t get the laughs, well, so be it. Might as well start the fight now...

Bobbie shoots Corba a scandalized look that would put many a dowager to shame. She says nothing, but obviously at the cost of a great personal effort.

Leon thinks about the joke for a few seconds and then starts huffing out a laugh that turns into a bellow as all of the parts click together.

Corgrim adds a joke of his own, trying to break the ice, which isn't too easy in these frozen lands.

You know the difference between a good friend and a best friend? A good friend bail you out of jail, a best friend is in jail with you, and says "well, that was fun!"

diplomacy: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (20) + 0 = 20

Maybe it the dead pan tone, maybe its the self deprecatory theme, but it gets a few chuckles

The rogue turns to Bobbie
Of course, I'd hope to get out of the jail all by myself, after I'll steal the bond's money brought by my good friend.

"Good to know. Count on me to walk away if you ever get arrested," Bobbie says in absolute seriousness.

The bartender lets out a rasping laugh at the two Pathfinder's jokes. A few more smattered laughs titter through out the bar. The guy next to Corgrim, wit his red hair, and scarred cheek, looks increasingly uncomfortable. He didn't expect the bar to be on the side of the Pathfinders.

"Listen, I'm not him, alright? Hjort hired me to stay here all day, I don't want any trouble, please don't kill me." He jumps beneath his own barstool, as a group of patrons, none of them laughing, all stand up, eyes glinting.

Initiative
Priest: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12
Purple Thug: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
Yellow Thug: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22
Black Thug: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Red Thug: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Blue Thug: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Orange Thug: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
Green Thug: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
White Thug: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Corba: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
Leon: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20
Shannon: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Corgrim: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Erica: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Cayden: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

The drunks seem to have the drop on the pathfinders, as several stagger forward. One tries to punch Corgrim in the stomach
Black cestus attack vs Corgrim FF: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Another charges at Shannon!
Red Cestus vs Shannon's FF: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 2 = 13
And another follows his buddy with his own punch at Shannon's face, this time actually bruising her!
Blue Cestus vs Shannon's FF: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 6 + 2 = 28
To Confirm: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 6 + 2 = 10
Bludgeoning Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Someone throws a barstool at Corba. Now that a fight's a-brewing, they start laughing.
Yellow Thrown Chair vs Corba's FF: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Round One
Black
Red
Blue
Yellow
Leon
Purple
Corgrim
Orange
Corba
White
Priest
Cayden
Green
Shannon (-4)
Erica

Leon steps away from the bar and attempts to bury his fist into the blue cloaked attacker’s gut, ”Hope ya saved room for dinnah!”

Improved Unarmed Strike: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11 for Bludgeoning/NL: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

The drunken brawler throws his hand up and blocks Leon's body blow. One person scoots forward and throws another chair, this time at Corgrim

Ranged Chair Attack, in Melee vs Corgrim's FF AC: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (6) + 3 - 4 = 5
It goes wide behind the bar. The one-armed bartender is cowering beneath the bar, with a bottle of schnapps.

Round One
Black
Red
Blue
Yellow
Leon
Purple
Corgrim
Orange
Corba
White
Priest
Cayden
Green
Shannon (-4)
Erica

Corgrim grabs a nearby chair and smashes it in his attacker's face

improvised attack: 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 2 - 4 = 18
dmg: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

improvised attack Crit?: 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (8) + 2 - 4 = 6
dmg: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

please, have a seat!

The damages and depreciation to the Horned Helm's Equipment account really are adding up as Corgrim smashes a chair into the face of the black-cloaked brawler!

Another anonymous brawler steps forward and tries to get Leon in the gut!

Cestus vs Leon's AC: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
Bludgeoning Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Round One
Black (-5)
Red
Blue
Yellow
Leon (-5)
Purple
Corgrim
Orange
Corba
White
Priest
Cayden
Green
Shannon (-4)
Erica

Corba summons a layer of bacon grease under the feet of two thugs.
(red and blue, see map)

"Well, maybe YOU know the song Slippery When Fat, hm? The other bunch didn't..."

casting grease, creatures in the area must make a Reflex save with DC 16 or fall prone

Red Reflex Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10
Blue Reflex Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Both of the brawlers lose their feet beneath them, and fall on their backs.

One of the men staggers forward and tries to punch ol' Leon right in the schnoz. "Are you calling me fat, Gnome?"

Cestus Vs Leon's AC, Flanking: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 6 + 2 = 18
Bludgeoning Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

"The Lord of Iron has blessed us today! We are to battle then!" A bigger man, older man, with a marble holy symbol of Gorum around his neck, draws his greatsword as he bellows and walks forward. He is the one with different artwork, currently next to Corgim

"Blessed be the warrior!" He yells as he swings his sword at Corgrim.

Greatsword vs Corgrim's AC: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21
Slashing Damage: 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (6, 3) + 1 = 10

He makes contact and cuts through Corgrim's armor.

Round One
Black (-5)
Red (prone)
Blue (prone)
Yellow
Leon (-10)
Purple
Corgrim (-10)
Orange
Corba
White
Priest
Cayden
Green
Shannon (-4)
Erica

As he strides in, Cayden frowns at the Cleric.

"Oi! This is meant to be a friendly pub brawl! Don't go bringing weapons into this!"

He then punches Blue.

Gauntlet: 1d20 + 6 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 6 + 4 = 17, for 1d3 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7 Bludgeoning damage.

Cayden walks in and punches the first person he sees. Then he realizes a fight is going on.

"Oi!" the green one says. He was about to say something clever as he tries to punch Cayden, but he forgot what he had.

Green's Cestus vs Cayden's AC: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Bludgeoning Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

He can't get good contact.

Round One
Black (-5)
Red (prone)
Blue (-7, prone)
Yellow
Leon (-10)
Purple
Corgrim (-10)
Orange
Corba
White
Priest
Cayden
Green
Shannon (-4)
Erica

Shannon pulls out her longsword and slashes at blue who dare to hit her.
Mwk Cold Iron Longsword, PA vs prone: 1d20 + 7 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 7 + 4 = 20 Dmg: 1d8 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18

Bobbie's lips turn up into a giddy smile when it becomes clear that a brawl is about to happen, but her happy mien quickly turns into a frown when some guy has the distaste of actually drawing his sword. The fool.

She strides to Corgrim's side, her own blade in hand, and delivers a powerful blow to the man who just praised Gorum.

Power Attack: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 8 - 2 = 15
Damage: 1d8 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 4 = 16

Blue's unconscious and bleeding out from the two headwounds he's received.

Unfortunately for Bobbie, the priest seems to be wearing his priestly Gorumite breastplate, and her sword knocks uselessly against it.

Black tries to grab on to Corgrim's forearm to get an opening for one of his teammate. Mechanically, he's aiding another. Melee Attack Roll to Aid Another, DC 10: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

Red attempts to stand up. Which would provoke attacks of oppurtunity, if he's within your reach. Acrobatics: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17 He then attempts to strike with his cestus against Shannon. Cestus Vs Shannon's AC: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20 Bludgeoning Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 Even if he can survive standing up, he's unable to make contact with Shannon's face.

Yellow, with an opening from Black's grab, scoots around and tries to punch Corgrim in the face! Cestus vs Corgrim's AC, Aided: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 6 + 2 = 13 Bludgeoning Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Round 2
Black (-5)
Red
Yellow
Leon (-10)
Corgrim (-10)
Purple Y'know what? He's gonna delay!
Orange
Corba
White
Priest
Cayden
Green
Shannon (-4)
Bobbie (-12, to account for earlier battle, unhealed damage)

attak: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

There's a time for fists, and there's a time for blades.

Corgrim takes his short sword and stabs the guy holding his arm in the thigh, in a downward move

Leon stomps down as the prone foe tries to stand, ”Steh dawn.”

Improved Unarmed Strike + Bullied vs Prone AC Red: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 8 + 1 = 16 for Bludgeoning/NL: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Then spins around to try to backhand the one behind him.

Improved Unarmed Strike v White: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13 for Bludgeoning/NL: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

"Stay down"
AoO vs Red: 1d20 + 7 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 7 + 4 = 26 Dmg: 1d8 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15

Red definitely has his bell rung between blows from both Shannon and Leon, but he's still standing. Maybe a little punch-drunk, but still alive.

Corgrim cuts into the meaty thigh of his opponent, who lets out a haggard scream.

Leon tries to whirl and smack another brawler, but his foe is too quick and ducks below the open-hand.

Purple tries to skid across the grease into a blow against Cayden. Acrobatics: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13

Cestus vs Cayden's AC: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Roll to confirm: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Bludgeoning Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
He's able to get a nice little nip at Cayden.

Orange is slowly circling around Leon and tries to jab him in the back.

Cestus vs Leon's AC: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Roll to confirm: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23
Critical hit, Bludgeoning Damage: 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (4, 1) + 4 = 9

This time, he seems to catch Leon unaware and in the back of his neck.

Round 2
Black (-12)
Red (-21)
Yellow
Leon (-19)
Corgrim (-10)
Purple
Orange
Corba
White
Priest
Cayden (-3)
Green
Shannon (-4)
Bobbie (-12)

"Hey, leave your war god out of this nice tavern brawl! This isn't really his domain!"

What is that priest's intention? Getting people killed in a tavern brawl?

using versatile Performance for Sense Motive:
Perform: Oratory: 1d20 + 11 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 11 + 3 = 15 add +2 circumstance (MW tool: bullhorn), if applicable

I better do something about him...

Corba summons another layer of bacon grease under the feet of two enemies.
(black thug and the priest, see map)

casting grease, creatures in the area must make a Reflex save with DC 16 or fall prone

She then moves around the corner of the bar to provide a flank to Leon, drawing her longsword while moving.
This move provokes an AoO from white, if her acrobatics check fails:

Acrobatics to avoid AoO: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

Unless you have something special, I don't think you can do Sense Motive in combat? It generally takes a minute.

Black Reflex Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
Priest Reflex Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13

Both of these men lose their feet beneath and slam into the ground.

White tries to hit the little gnome scurrying about. Cestus vs Corba's AC: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14 But is unable to stop her from moving! He slides into place to get his own flank on Leon and Shannon!

White's Cestus vs Leon's AC, Flanking: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 2 = 14

The priest attempt to stand up. Acrobatics, ACP: 1d20 + 1 - 3 ⇒ (2) + 1 - 3 = 0 Acrobatics, ACP: 1d20 + 1 - 3 ⇒ (3) + 1 - 3 = 1

Round 2
Black (-12, prone)
Red (-21)
Yellow
Leon (-19)
Corgrim (-10)
Purple
Orange
Corba
White
Priest (prone)
Cayden (-3)
Green
Shannon (-4)
Bobbie (-12)

Cayden attempts to punch Purple...

Gauntlet: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16, for 1d3 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6 Bludgeoning damage.

...then steps back, trying to deny his foes an easy flank.

Cayden gives one of his opponents a bloody nose! His buddy steps up and tries to bloody Cayden's nose!

Cestus vs Cayden's AC: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19 And is just unable to get a good blow against Cayden's armor!

Round 2
Black (-12, prone)
Red (-21)
Yellow
Leon (-19)
Corgrim (-10)
Purple (-6)
Orange
Corba
White
Priest (prone)
Cayden (-3)
Green
Shannon (-4)
Bobbie (-12)

Bobbie brings her sword down on the fallen priest, taking advantage of his weakness.

Power Attack: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (16) + 8 - 2 = 22
Damage: 1d8 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 4 = 16

Cleave on Purple

The guy still standing is luckier, and gets a more shallow cut.

Power Attack: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 8 - 2 = 21
Damage: 1d8 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 4 = 9

Shannon hacks at the Red again.
Longsword PA: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9 Dmg: 1d8 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13

Are you sure you want to cleave to that guy, Bobbie? He is currently cowering beneath a stool and hasn't swung at anyone. He is not the one marked as purple in initiative. He is a guy that matches the description of Hjort but claimed to not be Hjort at the very start of the fight.

Bobbie's sword slashes into the priest's breastplate and he lets loose a joyful scream of pain. Shannon's sword misses the mark on the greasy Linnormsson and he lets loose a whoop of triumph.

Black attempts to pull himself up onto Corgrim. Acrobatics: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 and he isn't quite able. He tries to distract Corgrim with this, so his friend can get a good shot in. Attack to Aid Another: 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (2) + 6 - 4 = 4. He just can't do anything right.

Red attempts to hit Leon again. Red Cestus vs Leon's AC: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18 Piercing Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3 and is able to draw some blood!

Yellow attempts the same against Corgrim Yellow Cestus vs Corgrim's AC: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24 Bludgeoning Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Round 3
Black (-12, prone)
Red (-21)
Yellow
Leon (-22)
Corgrim (-14)
Purple (-9)
Orange
Corba
White
Priest (-16, prone)
Cayden (-3)
Green
Shannon (-4)
Bobbie (-12)

Leon finally notices all his wounds and the wounds of his team, ”Ya asked fer dis, don cumplane naw.”

He pulls his big scythe and swings hard at the one flanking everyone.

MW Scythe v White: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12 for Slashing: 2d4 + 7 ⇒ (2, 4) + 7 = 13

Gonna use my reroll to hit, this fight is tough.

MW Scythe v White 2-Star reroll: 1d20 + 9 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 9 + 2 = 17

The big man then steps to the side.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

Corgrim disengages from the melee, sliding over the bar to avoid more injuries.

he then uncorks a vial and drinks it quickly
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Bottom's up!

HP 11/17

Thanks for clarifying the situation GM! No Cleave on Purple,then

Leon, at the last second, adjusts the angle of his blade and cuts a vicious swing on to one of his foes swarming on him and Shannon. Corgrim takes a second to eat his spinach.

Purple tries to slide into the door way to continue shadowboxing with Cayden. Acrobatics: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11 He jabs forward with his cestus. Purple Cestus vs Cayden's AC: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17 But the Cleric's armor's too well made and absorbs the blow.

Orange tries to keep his footwork in pace with Leon and slides along with him. Orange Cestus vs Leon's AC: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9 And Leon knocks away the blow with his scythe.

Round 3
Black (-12, prone)
Red (-21)
Yellow
Leon (-22)
Corgrim (-6)
Purple (-9)
Orange
Corba
White (-13)
Priest (-16, prone)
Cayden (-3)
Green
Shannon (-4)
Bobbie (-12)

Corba chuckles.

That grease spell works really well, I should use it more often...

Then she spots the group of thugs near the entrance.

...like there!

The bard 5-foot-steps away from the thug with the white scarf and summons a third layer of bacon grease under the feet of the three thugs between Cayden and Leon. (Purple, Orange and Green, see map)

casting grease, creatures in the area must make a Reflex save with DC 16 or fall prone

"Greasy peasy!"

Purple Reflex Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Orange Reflex Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20
Green Reflex Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15

Two of these Skaldic scumbags lose their feet under them.

White, still reeling from Leon's scythe attack, tries to puncture Shannon with his cestus.
White Cestus vs Shannon's AC, Flanking: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 6 + 2 = 12 but is unable!

"All battles are worth fighting," The priest shouts, letting loose a wave of positive energy. Channel Positive Energy. Selective Channeling, avoiding Leon, Bobbie and Shannon: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Round 3
Black (-8, prone)
Red (-17)
Yellow
Leon (-22)
Corgrim (-2)
Purple (-5, Prone)
Orange
Corba
White (-9)
Priest (-12, prone)
Cayden
Shannon (-4)
Bobbie (-12)
Green (prone, delaying)

Shannon strikes back at Mr. White
Longsword PA: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20 Dmg: 1d8 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15
Then she will 5ft step, drop her longsword, and pull out her Glaive. Threatening green and purple