Shades of [ULTRA PLUS] Ice [CORE]

Game Master Will Huston

Cayden puts the boot inpunches Purple again!

Gauntlet: 1d20 + 6 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 6 + 4 = 13, for 1d3 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5 Bludgeoning damage.

"But not all of them are won," Bobbie retorts to the priest. "Mind a participation trophy?"

Power Attack: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (6) + 8 - 2 = 12
Damage: 1d8 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 4 = 14

She mercilessly attacks the second guy who's also down. Cleave on Black

Power Attack: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 8 - 2 = 9
Damage: 1d8 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 4 = 12

Shannon's blow knocks White silly and he lays on the ground in a heap. Neither Bobbie nor Cayden make good connection with their blows, as their targets slip out of the way on their respective grease patches.

Green attempts to stand up... Acrobatics: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21 and step out of the bar. Acrobatics: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20, and finally attempts to punch Cayden. Cestus vs Cayden's AC: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

Black also attempts to stand up... Acrobatics: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8 and then attempts to swipe at Bobbie's feet. Black Cestus vs Bobbie's AC, prone: 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 6 - 4 = 7

Red attempts to slide of the grease, Acrobatics: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15 and then tries to punch Shannon Cestus vs Shannon's AC: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15

Finally, Yellow attemps to smack around Bobbie Cestus vs Bobbie's AC: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21 but he fails.

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

Leon chops at the only foe left next to him, ”Dey startin ta drawp.”

MW Scythe v Orange: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25 for Slashing: 2d4 + 7 ⇒ (3, 2) + 7 = 12

He would move if orange dropped, but I really doubt 12 damage takes him out.

AoO vs Green: 1d20 + 7 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 7 + 4 = 13 Dmg: 1d8 + 12 ⇒ (7) + 12 = 19

Too bad, there's no way I can throw a vial of alchemic fire without hitting one of my buddies...let's change tactics

Getting up on the bar, Corgrim takes his bow and start aiming at the unexpecting foes

bow in melee on Red foe: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 5 - 4 = 18+1 for higher ground maybe?

dmg: 1d6 ⇒ 6+Sneak attack dmg?: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Question to GM: can a rogue Bleeding attack be used with a range weapon? I guess so but I'm not sure.

Trying to get up in the vicinity of Bobbie is not a good idea.

If AoO on Black:

Power Attack: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 8 - 2 = 16
Damage: 1d8 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 4 = 14

Cleave on priest?

Power Attack: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (3) + 8 - 2 = 9
Damage: 1d8 + 4 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 4 = 13

Corgrim, I'm not seeing anything that would disallow you from using Bleeding Attack with your ranged attack, as long the ranged attack qualifies for sneak attack, which requires them to be flat-footed and within 30 feet. At the moment, I don't think Red is flat-footed, without you making a stealth check with cover, like by getting behind the bar, and sniping like that is generally really hard at this distnace. BobbieFor the record, I don't believe that you can cleave with the AoO, since Cleave is a standard action, and AoOs are not standard actions. Everyone, if you're adding modifiers to your attack, please make sure you're labeling what that modifier comes from. People have been putting in a +4 bonus, I believe, because their target is prone. Technically, its a -4 to my AC. I get why you are doing this, you don't want me to forget, but it has meant that I originally think you've hit, and then realized you've added a bonus when I already took the penalty into account.

Leon's scythe cuts a vicious swathe against Orange. Red collapses after an arrow punches through his wooly shirt. A swift breeze might knock over Black after Bobbie's blade is through with him.

Purple tries to stand up in the chicken fat... Acrobatics: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19 and tries to punch Cayden. Cestus vs Cayden's AC: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26 Critical Confirmation: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8 Bludgeoning Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Orange tries to slide away from the chicken fat... Acrobatics: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14 and then goes mano y mano against Leon Cestus vs Leon's Ac: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Round 4
Black (-22, prone)
Yellow
Leon (-22)
Corgrim (-2)
Purple (-5)
Orange (-12)
Corba
Priest (-12, prone)
Cayden (-3)
Shannon (-4)
Bobbie (-12)
Green ()

"Hey, you with the yellow scarf! Stop right now, thank you very much..." (Link)

casting daze on yellow, Will DC 15 negates

She then hustles behind the thug with the orange scarf to provide a flank to Leon.
This move provokes an AoO from orange, if her acrobatics check fails:

Acrobatics to avoid AoO: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27

Will Save: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (8) - 1 = 7
Yellow looks woozy and Corba scoots into place.

Our battle-scarred priest says a prayer to Gorum. "Our spirits, like our god, will never die!" He tries to call upon Gorum's power strategically. Concentration to Cast Defensively, DC 17: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17 Gorum's Power washes over the party, and seems to instill some self doubt. I need a Will Save, DC 13, against Bane. If you fail, you'll take a -1 penalty to Attack Rolls and Will Saves vs Fear for a few minutes.

Round 4
Black (-22, prone)
Yellow (dazed)
Leon (-22, Will save Needed)
Corgrim (-2, Will Save Needed)
Purple (-5)
Orange (-12)
Corba (Will save Needed)
Priest (-12, prone)
Cayden (-3, Will save Needed)
Shannon (-4, Will save Needed)
Bobbie (-12, Will save Needed)
Green ()

Will: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20.

Shaking off the effects of the spell, Cayden punches Purple.

Gauntlet: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21, for 1d3 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5 Bludgeoning damage.

Well, as this is a spell from the enchantment (compulsion) school with the [emotion], [fear] and [mind-affecting] descriptors, it surely is good to have a level 4 Paladin (Shannon) in the party! :-)

At 3rd level, a paladin is immune to fear (magical or otherwise). Each ally within 10 feet of her gains a +4 morale bonus on saving throws against fear effects. This ability functions only while the paladin is conscious, not if she is unconscious or dead.

So Shannon is immune, and Leon gets the +4 morale bonus of her aura.

Will Save, Fearless (Halfling): 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 4 + 2 = 16 :-D

Corba shakes her head answers: "We are not trying to kill you, you moron!"

Will + Bravery + Shannon: 1d20 + 2 + 1 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 2 + 1 + 4 = 15

The Brute corrects Corba, ”Ahm tryn ta kill em, dey brawt de weppons.”

AoO Purple vs prone: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24 Dmg: 1d8 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17
Glaive vs Green: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26Dmg: 1d8 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17
Acrobatic DC10: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (11) - 1 = 10
Shannon steps into the Grease and swings at Green

Will (+1 vs Fear): 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 6 + 1 = 24

The spell smashes against Bobbie's will like a gnat against a window pane. "Shuddup," she says, with another stab at the slippery priest.

Power Attack: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 8 - 2 = 21
Damage (+3 Str; +4 PA; +1 Magical): 1d8 + 3 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 4 + 1 = 12

Cleave on Yellow

The dazed yellowbeard takes a nasty slash across the chest.

Power Attack: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 8 - 2 = 21
Damage (+3 Str; +4 PA; +1 Magical): 1d8 + 3 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 3 + 4 + 1 = 15

*CliCK* *WHIRL* "WILL SAVE INITIATED"

Corgrim's Will Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

For some reason, Gorum's might doesn't manifest as none of the Pathfinders fall victim to the bane. Surely this isn't a portent about the future.

I'm gonna call it there. All the remaining guys basically can't take another hit, and why spend another few days for a foregone conclusion.

End of Combat
Leon (-22)
Corgrim (-2)
Corba
Cayden (-3)
Shannon (-4)
Bobbie (-12)

As the fight winds down with the Pathfinders victorious, the man who claims he isn't Hjort peeks out from beneath the barstool. "Please don't kill me."

Leon moves over to the man while Corba takes out his magic healy stick and starts tapping him with it.

He grabs him by the front of his shirt with one hand and hoists him onto the bar, ”Ya pay dese guys ta fight for ya?”

CLW taps: 5d8 + 5 ⇒ (3, 2, 5, 2, 3) + 5 = 20

CLW tap self: 2d8 + 2 ⇒ (2, 5) + 2 = 9

Shannon signs, "If asking nicely would ever solve the problem........."

"I'll need the wand over here too," Bobbie calls out to Corba.

She turns to the fake Hjort.

"How about you tell us where we can find the real Hjort Fastaxe, and all of your teeth stay where they are in your mouth?" she asks affably.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

"I don't know where Hjort is right now, he keeps on the move, but I know where he's probably going to be. He's probably there right now, if he knows that the Pathfinder's are in town. He's bringing a team of thugs to the armory here in Trollheim. He figures that between the Pathfinder raids on the fishing villages, including his home village, and his false-flag, he can get the Linnorm Kings to throw the Society out." He then gives directions to the armory.

Cayden sighs.

"I enjoy a bar-room brawl on occasion, but that was rather spicy!"

Common Knowledge local DC 10: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (11) - 2 = 9

The Brute releases the weakling, ”Cowahd. An ya sell out ya bud prettuh fahst. How we knowya ehn’t lyin?”

know Local: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

No, he can't do that. Probably he can badmouth us and the Society around, but thats a minor nuisance, thats all. The Linlorn Kings wont listen, and even if they do, they won't act together as a united front.

"If killing a linnorm (average CR18) is enough to be a king here, then there isn't enough land up here for the qualified linnorm kings and queens we have back in the Society..."

Bobbie scoffs. "What raid on fishing villages? I've never heard of such things. The Society has no interest in terrifying the poor and pillaging fishermen's shacks."

"Where's the armory?"

"I didn't hire them, Hjort gave them a few coins to beat up any nosy foreigners who came in and bothered me. He paid me to sit here until some nosy foreigners came in and bothered me," the redhead says, "It was like looking into a mirror, looking at that guy."

To be fair, Shannon, I believe the bar is to kill a linnorm single-handedly.

The look-alike turns to Bobbie, "I've no goblin dog in this fight, but Hjort claims his village is one in a series of villages scoured by a group of Pathfinder agents, with the little magical compasses jangling from their belts." And he will, again, give directions to the armory.

Is he telling the truth? Or is he leading us into a trap or omitting something? Maybe he is actually Hjort?

using versatile Performance for Sense Motive:
Perform: Oratory: 1d20 + 11 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 11 + 3 = 31 add +2 circumstance (MW tool: bullhorn), if applicable

He seems to be genuinely afraid of the Pathfinders and wants to his wash his hands of this whole thing.

Leon grunts, then looks around at the carnage of dead bodies. He taps Corba, ”Bettah split frum heah, nawt gunna look gud if coppahs show.”

"Does anybody else need healing?" Shannon waves her CLW stick at her teammates

"Yes. I do. Just tap me with that stick, and I'll be good to go."

Sorry guys, I don't have much time (and even less braincells) to post

"Sure things. Charges on me."
CLW on Bobbie: 2d8 + 2 ⇒ (8, 7) + 2 = 17
And if my friends here are not dhampir and do not object cure stick poke....
CLW on Corgrim: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
CLW on Cayden: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
CLW on Leion: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

"Should be all good to go now."

Leon jumps at the unexpected prod, ”Ack!”

He quickly recovers from the surprise and grumbles, ”Thamks.”

Cayden frowns.

"Any idea where we can find your look-alike, not-Hjort?"

When Shannaon taps him with the wand, he nods his thanks.

Corba shakes her head in disbelieve and answers: "At the armory, Cayden. The place he already gave us directions to. Twice." ;-)

Ready to go to the armory.

Should I scout the place before we attack? We don't know if Hjort is alone, and how prepared he might be. I find this bar room brawl was a dangerous diversion, it could have turned worse, so the man isn't a brainless brute, but someone able and willingg to think and plan.

"Fine. Scout the place then. I'll check what those mercenaries have on them first. And you," Bobbie glares at the fake Hjort. "You keep away from all of this, and nothing bad will happen to you. Understood?"

Leon helps Bobbie shake down the bodies.

I'm not sure they're dead?

So sorry for the delay. Awful bout of insomnia the past few days, left with little energy for anything besides work and homework. As for the Ulfen brawlers, it makes no difference for like reporting purposes. I assumed you didn't kill them all, and could have used Heal checks to stabilize. They, besides the priests, each had a potion of bull's strength, so there's one for everyone and two people can have two. Other than that, I guess you have as many masterwork cestuses to fully arm an octopus

The armory is a purposefully nondescript building with no ornamentation or really any indication of what's inside. However, a few guards, bearing the badges of the Castellan Darkwine stand outside, talking in Skald.

I'm assuming you'd scout by trying stealth checks, Corgim?

Stealth: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

The guards don't seem to notice the Society-trained thief skulking in the shadows.

No Skald talked, but some linguistics ranks...do I hear Hjort's name?

Bobbie helps herself to a potion. "I'd like another one, if no one is interested. Weird that they didn't use them."

She shakes her head. What was the point of preparing magical enhancements to win the fight if you weren't going to use them?

Were these people amateurs?

Leon takes two as well and rumbles a possible answer, ”Prolleh tawt we wus week.”

Later, he waits for the scout to come back and report.

Corba doesn’t really need a potion of bull's strength, so somebody else can have two.

Cayden wouldn't say no, Corba!

Knowing that he isn't stealthy, Cayden calmly waits for Corgrim to report back in.

Corgrim does not hear the name Hjort.

The rogue comes back.

Sorry, I'm adept at picking locks, but the language barrier was too much for me. I didn't heard the guards speaking about Hjort anyway, that's all I can say.

GM: were they two or three guards? Not related, but I'll gladly take a potion of bull strenght and a cestus

"Maybe they'll switch to Common after we've kicked their ass," Bobbie suggests optimistically.

Back from the trip, but I'll leave again to visit a friend between August 5th-8th. No access to maps. But then I'll be back for good! :P

There were three guards outside talking.