[PBP GAMEDAY XIV] Hmm's 7-02 Shipyard Sabotage (Inactive)

Game Master Hmm

"Assassins!" claims Ulvard, trying to explain to his brother-in-arms.

"We don't Look at Boats. We Look For Assassins. Assassins Look for Nairaba. Nairaba Look for Boats."

He pauses for a moment, making sure he had all that long string of sentences correct.

"Clarence knows what helps eyesight?" he asks, before quickly answering his own question. "Ale!" he hoists another tankard, spilling more of it down his already wet front than he manages to get down his throat.

Turning to the purchasing officers Ulvlard says "Ulvard is Ready To Go."

"Hear hear!!" Clarence crows equally loudly and also hoists another tankard. It isn't clear who's messier, since both are still sopping wet from jumping into the ocean.

Bláinn passes on both wines, politely noting, "They go right through me." He does toss some crab cakes to Bob.

"Any assassins willing to take on a pack of undead will be formidable indeed. Unless they are also a pack of undead..."

"A pack of undead as foes seems unlikely," Venture-Captain Brackett says, scratching his beard.

"Meh, this is Cheliax we're talking about." Kitsch says, hands on her hips. "If they could find a way to hire them, they would."

“We're expecting anything short of actual Chelaxian troops on Andoran soil,” Nairaba says. “The Chelaxians have a diabolical love of intrigue.”

“True. What haven’t they done?” Brackett grimaces. “They’re not above smear campaigns, assassination attempts, soul extraction and third-party actions through cat’s paws.”

"Oooh, I almost forgot!" Kitsch starts pulling things out of a bag. "We've got our normal Pathfinder Provisions for all of you, plus some other goodies."

She pulls out a platinum choker engraved with writing in the diabolic language. "Here's a choker of elocution in case they send devils against us."

"Now, where did I put the rest?" Kitsch crawls halfway into her bulging bag and grabs a few more items. "Here's some useful consumables: a dragon turtle scale, an effervescent ampoule, and a moderate pair of blast boots." Kitsch mimes explosions coming off one's feet.

Nairaba nods. "There have to be some advantages to traveling with the heads of Procurement and Supply. Are you ready to see some ships?"

Clarence stares at the boots. Already he's calculating how big a splash he'd make with the extra height...

"We are the pack of undead," Bláinn remarks, gesturing at Hector and Bob.

Kitsch beams up at Bláinn, and says, "Yeah, and you're our pack. It's gonna be awesome working with you!" Kitsch rubs her paws together. “Enough talking! Let’s go shopping!”

“Remember, we would like your honest opinion on all the ships you see,” Nairaba says gently. “It’s important to have multiple opinions when we’re considering a purchase as large as a ship.”

Because Kitsch and Nairaba are traveling with you, please feel free to ask other questions if you think of them!

Nairaba and Kitsch lead the way down the five blocks from the Brine Shark’s Bistro, down a steep incline to the dockside office of Olad the Alright Shipwright. Soon, the sounds of the Shipyard district grow more raucous. Gangs of workers sing Consortium lumberjack chants as they haul
timber, and a cacophony of saws and hammers fills the air as craftsmen put together hulls in the dry docks. Augustana is sultry in summer; Nairaba and Kitsch fan themselves but heat radiates off the streets. The occasional cool breeze blowing off the Great Salt Harbor brings some relief not just from the heat, but from the mingling smells of sweat, sawdust, oil, and tar.

Olad is a tanned and muscular halfling who greets your Pathfinder delegation as if you were all long lost friends, pumping your hands, paws, bony fingers and even Bob's tentacles. He expresses his joy in meeting all of you. “Buying ships for a navy, yes? Why then, you’ll be needing lots of ships! Small ships! Tall ships! So many ships, and Trustworthy Olad has them all for you!”

Everyone but Ulvard quickly realizes that Olad is viewing your delegation as a golden opportunity to offload the worst of his inventory on a bunch of moneyed landlubbers. But Olad continues to beam at all of you as he leads the way to the first of the ships.

Artemios takes a healing potion, a little concerned that he's probably going to need it. He has less need for the other consumables since he sees no need to avoid falling into the water, but will take something if left unclaimed.

"I know all about ships," he informs Olad cheerfully.
"Falling off of them," adds Nadia.
"Jumping off of them. On purpose. To fight pirates. I have a lot of experience at sea."

It's not even untrue, though maybe a little exaggerated.

Olad looks impressed. "Oh, aye? You have a lot of experience fighting pirates, then? Good lad. I hate them ship-stealing scoundrels!"

"Alright, I present you with your first ship, the Pert Peach!" The Pert Peach is a squat, mid-sized ship painted in gaudy colors and replete with the eye-watering scent of perfume belowdeck. Olad gestures expansively on the ship tour. “This pre-owned beauty is one we’re refurbishing! In addition to an excellent galley, there are so many private rooms, useful for storage!”

Want to help assess the ship? You can give me a Sailing or Warfare Lore, Crafting or Perception check (at a higher DC) as you explore the vessel from stem to stern.

Considering the party, Hisaki grabs an extra Lesser Oil of Unlife as his provision, bowing to Kitsch.

He heads to the stable to mount his beast for the journey...

Quqotengir snuffles "PBHPBHPBHHHHK!" and straigtens with excitement as Hisaki approaches.

"Good soldier" and a pat on his head are the praise he seeks. He kneels down to allow mounting.

Dismounting before heading onto the dock, Hisaki inspects the boats "Even the finest sword plunged into salt water will eventually rust”

Warfare Lore (E): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12
☘️ Warfare Lore (E): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26

"Oh, this one smells... bad. I like it!"

Perception: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 6 + 1 = 27 Artemios has Scent, if it matters.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

Ulvard eyes up the goods provided, noticing Clarences focus on the blast boots. "Only if Ulvard gets to use them too!" he says sternly.

He aquires a healing potion for himself in the meantime, long experience has shown him that battles tend to result in scars. Many of which is more than happy to show off, along with the story of how he got it.

"And then the Mother-Of-Spiders-Who-Was-A-Halfling reached out a CLAW to slash at Ulvard." he gestures, pointing.

Going past the ships he looks at their impressive numbers. "Ulvard thinks there is already navy here! Of course not like Ulfen warships. But Big Enough for Ulvard!"

As the group approaches the Pert Peach, his instinct and training take hold, eyeing up the ship with unusual keenness.

warfare lore: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

Olad looks impressed. "Oh, aye? You have a lot of experience fighting pirates, then? Good lad. I hate them ship-stealing scoundrels!"

"Alright, I present you with your first ship, the Pert Peach!" The Pert Peach is a squat, mid-sized ship painted in gaudy colors and replete with the eye-watering scent of perfume belowdeck. Olad gestures expansively on the ship tour. “This pre-owned beauty is one we’re refurbishing! In addition to an excellent galley, there are so many private rooms, useful for storage!”

Want to help assess the ship? You can give me a Sailing or Warfare Lore, Crafting or Perception check (at a higher DC) as you explore the vessel from stem to stern.

Hector was quite silent. The context was too complicated for him. His short term memory was almost non existant since his revival. It is wonder he vaguely remember what he done.

But Ships? That was experience, he quite knew about those. And before we depart he asked Kitsch for a low-alloy (silver) and bought 3 holy water and merciful balm (20 gp). They were fighting devils after all.

lore sailing: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

The Pathfinder Society team inspects the ship from the crow's nest to the bilges. Despite the garish paint and residual perfume, the Pert Peach is seaworthy and well-built. Artemios's keen nose can detect part of the ship's history, and smells the tell-tale smells of mammalian reproductive activities in just about every room. Perhaps this was a party ship?

But Hisaki and Ulvard realize that while this ship would make an excellent passenger or hospital vessel, the ship is much too slow and unwieldy for the rapid transportation the Society often needs. This is no warship.

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Nairaba nods as you give him your assessment of the ship. "Hmmm. Do you have any faster ships?"

Olad nods, and you're walking through the shipyard again. As you're traveling, you see quite a few aimless sailors wandering the dockyard, and Olad pushes roughly through them to clear a path for you.

The Scurvy Scamp is a lean, two-masted brig. Olad smiles as he takes you aboard. “Okay, so you want fast, you want lean, you want this ship! She’s fast and can be used for discreet merchandise,” Olad pauses to wink at Nairaba and Kitsch, “or for stealthy drops of soldiers on an enemy coast.”

Want to help assess the ship? You can give me a Sailing or Warfare Lore, Crafting or Perception check (at a higher DC) as you explore the vessel.

"Civilian"

It's a diss, but only in Hisaki's secret code, wherein he relates all activities in life to war. He presses his senses and sensibilities against the next vessel.

Warfare Lore (E): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27

sailing: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

Hector inspects the ship.

Clarence looks the ship over. Apart from what Olad is saying, he doesn't really appreciate what he's seeing.

Warfare Lore: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

Ulvar looks at the sleek vessel before him. "It is not Ulfen longship, but this looks more minnow than whale we saw before."

warefare lore: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

"We're not merchants, though."

Perception: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 1 = 13

Hector and Clarence both realize that the Scurvy Scamp is indeed seaworthy and fast... But the rudder is in terrible shape and needs replacement. Hisaki is convinced that this is indeed a warship that would be excellent for lightning raids and swift getaways, if the Society can get that rudder replaced in time. Hisaki's best estimate is that the repairs would take a few weeks. If the Society could get a discount on the ship that takes in mind the cost of repairs... this could be a very good purchase.

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"Huh..." Kitsch says as you provide the rundown. "I was hoping for something we could use now, but this one is something for us to consider. What else you got, Olad?"

Olad pauses, and says, "You want something more war ready? Follow me!"

As you travel to the third ship, the loitering sailors have gotten a bit rowdier. Some have opened a crate of Sauerton Red and are passing bottles around. The sailors sit on the docks, drinking and watching the nearby ships. Olad detours around a pair of sailors who are stretched out on the dock and then complains, “Those louts are getting in the way of honest work.” He turns to the sailors and shakes a fist. “Hey! We're trying to work here! Move on!” but the sailors shrug and ignore him.

Bláinn, Clarence, Ulvard and Hisaki realize this is unusual behavior for sailors off-duty. Why are they hanging around a busy shipyard instead of enjoying the nearby bars and entertainment a few blocks away?

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The Lucky Duck is a full-rigged ship with three tall masts. There are recently repaired battle scars on the hull. Olad grins, spreading his arms. “This ship may need a good scrub down and a little love, but she can carry a lot of personnel and has the space for 50 cannons onboard.”

The ship is filthy and gross. Hisaki can hear squeaking and scurrying noises, and both Bláinn and Clarence watch a rat scurry across Olad's bare foot, though Olad pretends to take no notice of this.

Want to help assess the ship? You can give me a Sailing or Warfare Lore, Crafting or Perception check (at a higher DC) as you explore the vessel.

Ulvard looks at the sailors suspiciously. On the way to the Lucky Duck he makes a point of moving close to them and conspicuously calling Clarence over to him to "check his blade for dents in the sunlight".

While nearby the sailors he tries to spot if they may have a set of hidden weapons. These maybe exactly the Assassins Ulvard is Looking for!

Once aboard the duck he asks "What makes his Duck Lucky? Smells like Duck was eaten by rats."

warefare lore: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Oh a one!

Leaning against one side of the ship, Ulvard pats it reassuringly. "It is Lucky Name. Ulvard thinks Olad should definitely get Lucky Duck."

"Eaten by rats, but still seaworthy. That's lucky!"

Perception: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 6 + 1 = 27

"I'd be less concerned about the suck and more concerned about the rats."

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

Hisaki turns to his squadmates, and didacts “Build your opponent a golden bridge to retreat across”

With that, he heads over to the sailors on a pure hunch, and demands "Spies!" convicting with only reasonable suspicion "Stand tall you two, and march off the docks at once. You are outnumbered. And take notice of the two brutes behind me" he either indicates the two ulfens or the two skeletons, unclear "You will not want me to ask twice. Leave now, and spare yourselves. The charade is revealed and your cover blown!"

While his master harrasses, Quqotengir stands beside them, but faces the other way, unsure where to fit his body on the crowded docks.

He "smiles" with the confident embarrassment of a child unable to perform as the adult-in-charge requests!

Want to help assess the ship? You can give me a Sailing or Warfare Lore, Crafting or Perception check (at a higher DC) as you explore the vessel.

sailor lore: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Something is weird.Better prepare ourselves to a combat.

While inspecting, Hector applies his merciful balm to his light hammer.

Warfare Lore: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

"Yep! Looks lucky. We should get great Cannonballs from the top there. You think the Cheliax navy would be impressed?" he asks Ulvard.

Ulvard and Clarence think that the ship is lucky since it comes with its own squeaking rations.

Hisaki and Quqotengir, suspicious of these loitering sailors, moves onto the dock just in case they try anything. Hector is a bit distracted from his own inspection, and seeing Hisaki moving out onto the deck, applies a merciful balm to his own weapon.

Bláinn and Artemios do a thorough assessment, and come to the same conclusion as Ulvard and Clarence -- but for different reasons. This is a lucky ship. It's been through multiple combats, has good structure and despite the dirt and rats, is ready for service now. Even more importantly, the dirt and rat issues don't require skilled labor to fix. That issue could be taken care of while the ship is under sail by assigning the task to a bunch of Pathfinder initiates as part of their training.

The wooden docks creak underfoot as Olad leads the way off the Lucky Duck. “I have a few other options for—” he breaks off as a commotion starts near the docks.

"Oook-oook-ooook!"

Dozens of rough-looking goblin sailors swarm throughout the area, lighting fires in the shipyard and brandishing weapons. They shriek gleefully as terrified dockworkers scream and scramble out of the way. Plumes of smoke rise, and the scent of burning wood fills the air.

Olad puffs out his chest. “My ships! You'll have my ships over my dead body!” Olad shouts as he grabs a belaying pin and jumps into the fray.

From all sides, the sounds of “Ook-ook-ook!” calls rise as both monkey goblins and gorilla pirates grab onto ropes and swing into the dock area, attacking everyone in their path.

As we're rolling you into combat, I'd like to call your attention to the Player handout on Slide 7. It has a number of different options that you can perform on your turn, from using an action to Save the Shipyard (and preventing those poor dockworkers from dying or losing their livelihoods to having the shipyard burn up) to using two actions to Call for Surrender (and I will let you know when that option becomes available for a creature. As a note, the Gorillas are particularly well-trained and they can be asked to surrender just like the goblins.)

One of you each round can also flank with Olad. He's a feisty halfling, and can move anywhere you can. It's his shipyard. He knows how to get around!

Hisaki's wariness has paid off. He had been watching the suspicious sailors, and was unsurprised when the docks erupted into chaos. Everywhere, dockworkers are screaming as the docks catch fire and goblins attack them!

Who Goes First?

Hisaki
Hector (merciful balm)
Blue Gorilla
Green Gorilla
Ulvard
Bláinn
Artemios
Clarence
Red Goblin
Yellow Goblin

Hisaki and Hector are up!

Map on Slide 4

Having dismounted upon arriving to the docks, Hisaki fires off a quick bow shot to open with a simple volley against the Blue Gorilla - shooting just before barking "Skull Squadron!" announcing their secret club name, awakening in his allies the will and desire to go with him as to war "Head 'em off at the Pass!"

Spurned into action, his trusty steed "Quqotengir" - named for a terrible storm - races like an ill wind over to the battle's developing front, and awaits his next orders - and the others!

Hisaki Hongali Hornbow (P, 40-ft, deadly d6) vs Green Gorilla: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 211d8 ⇒ 71d6 ⇒ 2

◆) Strike
~) Drilled Reactions: Quqotengir
◆) Gather to Me! (Squadmates may ↺ to Stride)
◆) Command Quqotengir

"Hurricane!" With a command, the beats whirls about 360 degrees, bucking and kicking!

Charging in and now commanded to unleash, the mighty Yzobu thrashes Blue Gorrilla wildly with horn and hoof!

Horn (P) vs Blue Gorilla: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 161d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Hoof (B, agile) w/ MAP (-4) vs Blue Gorilla: 1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (8) + 8 - 4 = 121d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Snuffling with wanton pleasure "PBHPBHPBHHHHK!"

Bláinn is fine where he is.

Bob will move as indicated if possible, or just behind wolfie if not.

Acrobatics if relevant: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

"..."

Hisaki shoots his hornbow at the Green Gorilla and hits (but does not crit.) He calls to his colleagues, offering to take them with him.

Anyone who wishes to move as a reaction with Hisaki may do so, if you wish Hisaki to move you into place in future rounds, please give him explicit permission. So far, he only has permission from Ulvard and Artemios.

He commands his loyal steed, who misses as he attacks the Blue Gorilla.

Bob takes advantage of the reaction to move forward.

Initiative

Hisaki
Hector (merciful balm)
Blue Gorilla
Green Gorilla (-7)
Ulvard
Bláinn
Artemios
Clarence
Red Goblin
Yellow Goblin

Hector is up!

Map on Slide 4

Is there space behind Ulvard (pink dot)? If not Clarence will just stride up to behind Artemios

oh - sure, go ahead my commander. :)

Ok!

Is there space behind Ulvard (pink dot)? If not Clarence will just stride up to behind Artemios

I placed two possible tokens in those spaces with connecting red arrows.

Hector, following the call to regroup, moves closer to the commander. The square south of him. He is now the authorization to move Hector anywhere the commander wants. Hector doesn't feel he could in danger by following his order.

Action 1:Save the shipyard. He attempts to throw a burning dockworker into the water by gripping him/her by their clothes and spin him/her around him to gain momentum. (everything must be done with panache of course)Hector's Athletics (E): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19 ;+1 circonstance to grab,trip and shove

Action 2 : leap 20 ft . Clustered by his allies, that are blocking his way to the action. He leaps over them, doing a completely useless somersault with it.

Action 3: strike (red goblin monkey) Just after the somersault while still being in the air. He throws his light hammer at Red Goblin Monkey’s face, so that he catches the returning hammer as soon as Hector lands. Light hammer +1 striking (Agile,thrown (20ft), returning) vs Red: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30
bludgeoning, precision damage: 2d6 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (5, 2) + 3 + 2 = 12

Hector has a rather spectacular round, tossing a burning dockworker to safety and the tossing his hammer right at the Red Goblin's head. Because of the merciful balm, the hammer knocks the goblin unconscious rather that killing him. He goes down with a groaned "Ook?"

The Blue Gorilla gives a frightening display, pounding on her chest and screaming at the top of her lungs.

◈◈ "Ooook-oooook-ooooook!" (DC 22)

Because of Hisaki's banner, your team gets a +1 to your saves vs Fear!

Artemios the Radiant's Will (E): 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 8 + 1 = 22
Clarence the Hunter's Will (E): 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 9 + 1 = 12 Success vs Fear = Crit
Ulvard!'s Will (E): 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 8 + 1 = 12
久紀 Hisaki, Errant Ninja's Will (E): 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 8 + 1 = 18 +1 vs fear (banner)
Bláinn Váfriðrfaðir's Will (E): 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 8 + 1 = 24
Hector's Will (E): 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 8 + 1 = 18

Artemios and Bláinn are unimpressed by the Gorilla's Frightening Display, while Hector and Hisaki are Frightened 1 and Clarence and Ulvard are Frightened 2.

Then the Blue Gorilla smashes a fist into the Frightened Ulvard's face.

◈ Blue fist (agile, reach 10 feet): 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (5) + 13 = 18
Bludgeoning: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (1, 2) + 6 = 9

The attack hits only because Ulvard is frightened. Does this make Ulvard angry? I bet it does!

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Then it is time for the Green Gorilla to swing into action! He grabs onto a rope hanging around the dock, and swings over to Bláinn! "Oook?"

◈◈ Boarding Charge

Green Fist + Momentum from Boarding Charge (agile, reach 10 feet): 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (6) + 13 = 19
Bludgeoning: 3d6 + 6 ⇒ (6, 1, 5) + 6 = 18

◈ Green fist 2nd Attack (agile, reach 10 feet): 1d20 + 13 - 4 ⇒ (6) + 13 - 4 = 15
Bludgeoning: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (2, 5) + 6 = 13

The Green Gorilla hits Bláinn solidly on the first hit, but misses on the follow-up attack.

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Initiative

Conditions:
Save our Shipyard Successes: 1
Prisoners Taken: 1
Olad Used Yet? Not this round.

Hisaki (Frightened 1)
Hector (merciful balm, Frightened 1)
Blue Gorilla
Green Gorilla (-7)
Ulvard (-9, Frightened 2)
Bláinn (-18)
Artemios (Frightened 1)
Clarence (Frightened 2)
Red Goblin (knocked out by merciful crit)
Yellow Goblin

Ulvard, Bláinn, Artemios and Clarence are up!

Map on Slide 4 - Can someone clean up the extra avatars, please?

Distracted by sound of the burning dockworker making a splash he turns to check that Clarence wasn't trying to one-up him while he is distracted by...

Distracted By The Worlds Biggest Gorilla.

Now Ulvard doesn't feel fear. No. Not Fear. A healthy comprehension of a dangerous situation for sure. But not Fear. Certainly not. And that leak down his leg... Ale.

Facing the biggest enemy he has yet encountered, Ulvard roars his own challenge in response and starts to swing. Again and again. And then, because well, more splashes, he throws a nearby bucket of water over a burning tarpaulin.

strike,fear: 1d20 + 9 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 9 - 2 = 19
damage,rage(spirit): 1d12 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 4 + 3 = 16

strike,fear,MAP: 1d20 + 9 - 2 - 5 ⇒ (13) + 9 - 2 - 5 = 15
damage,rage(spirit): 1d12 + 4 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 3 = 15

save the shipyard: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22

◇ rage
◈ strike
◈ strike
◈ save the shipyard