Superheroes of Golarion

Game Master Scaffold-Kane

"For more than 4,000 years, Absalom has been the City at the Center of the World, a metropolis-sized showcase of the greatest treasures in all Golarion. The importance and influence of Absalom upon the Inner Sea and the whole of Golarion can not be overstated. The city not only holds a key strategic position for both commercial and military endeavors in the region, but encompasses the site of the ascension of four deities and claims to have been founded by none other than the Last Azlanti, the god Aroden. It is not without reason that the passage of time throughout the Inner Sea region is counted in Absalom Reckoning."
-PathfinderWiki

One way or another, some of the greatest heroes known to Golarion have found their way to the Center of the World following only a line and a few Xs as their guide.

It is mid-day and the city is teeming with activity. It seems a huge annual festival is due to begin in the evening. Street performers are beginning to set up in the busiest streets of the city, shop-owners from all over the city are closing down shop to either attend the festivities or set up a booth in hopes of striking it big with all of the travelers passing through for the event.

In the center of the city, there appears to be a large statue covered by various tarps sewn together and staked into the ground using silk ropes. A makeshift stage with a podium has been set up with several guards on either side "encouraging" people not to set foot onto the stage or set up their booths or entertainment too close to the stage.

"You gotta be lyin, there's no way tha's real." The dwarf spat off to the side, glaring at the young punk in front of him who was grinning, leaning in front of the dart board. It was midday, but that didn't seem to keep some people from the taverns. "Yer tellin me, no matter how hard I try, I can't hit ya with one of these?" he held up the dart, looking the kid over. The boy, a scrawny young human probably still in his late teens, long blonde locks in a tangle around his head that seemed too good to be just messy. He flashed a winning smile, then nodded.

"No one's hit me yet-I'm just too fast. Try as you might, I'll dodge every one of them" The boy said as he took a bite of a fruit he was holding. The dwarf looked to his buddies, from the half-orc with the face tattoo and one ear, to the hooded half-elf, before laughing. "So I get three shots, and if ye dont get touched, ye get this bag o coin. but whichever one of us gets you gets yer bag o coin. Bout right? The boy, one Lucca Leander, nodded. "Yes, though we've already been over the rules. Twice now. If you dont think you can hit me, I can always challenge someone else, sir dwarf."

He reached for his bag of coin when the dwarf laughed, lining up his shot with the dart.
Dart: 1d20 ⇒ 14
Lucca, almost faster then the eye could see, turned, the dart sticking in the dartboard next to his head. he shook his head, those blonde locks swooshing around as he chuckled. "Come now, sir dwarf, we'll have to do better than that if we want to keep our coin purse.

The dwarf grumbled, grabbing one of the darts, something about how maybe he should've picked a different game, looking off over his shoulder at something in the bar. Lucca looked over, just as the dwarf hucked the dart again...
Dart: 1d20 ⇒ 13
Again, Lucca stepped to the side, and the dart stuck this time into the wall, right at chest level. "That would've been heartbreaking, had that struck true. Last chance my friend."

Dart: 1d20 ⇒ 9
The last dart came whizzing past his head-he didnt even need to move, as it sailed wide and to the right. Grinning, he stepped away from the dartboard. "Well then, unless you want to go double or nothing for one mroe shot, I believe I'll be on my way" Though as he reached out to take his winnings, something other than a dart came whizzing straight for him as the half-elf hurled a dagger at him.

Dagger: 1d20 ⇒ 20
The blade came flying directly at him, hurling towards his face, an undoubtedly lethal shot. Though Lucca wasn't phased. Much like with the darts, he saw these attacks practically in slow motion. And while this definitely would've hit, and likely been a rather nasty shot, he was too good at this sort of thing. Simply reaching out with the hand not holding the fruit, he pinched the blade with two fingers, moved it so that he and any bystanders were out of harm's way, and then let it go, now redirected at one of the bottles of liquor behind the bar.

As the world around him caught up, the bottle exploded, a dagger clattering to the floor. The barkeep spun around, and Lucca pointed to the half-elf "I believe he was trying to kill me over a simple wager" The barkeep whistled for his peacekeepers, though the half-elf was already making his way towards the door with the half-orc in tow. Grunting, the dwarf slammed his pint down, then turned to leave. Lucca scooped up the money with a bit of a grin on his face, calling out after them "I believe I said another shot is double or nothing-tell your friend he owes me!" He turns to the barkeep and starts to order a drink, but before he can finish is handed a mug of water. "That's... fair. Cheers

How old must one be to buy drink in a tavern in Absalom anyway? lol

History: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

Having earned himself some privacy, he pulled something out of his pocket. Looking over the parchment with Xs on it once more, he sighed, frowning at it, before flipping it back right side up. He still wasn't sure what they all meant, but he was hoping to use the crowds from the festival, especially this big of one, would give him some cover. Still, looking at the crowd, they could also make it tougher to find.

Sighing once more, he tilted his head, then pulled out a map of Absalom City he'd picked up, then back at the parchment. Seemed he was actually right on top of one of the marks, though wasn't sure exactly what that meant, or how it would help him find the professor.

The caravan rolled through the city’s gate shortly after dawn. Kiwyn sat in the front of one of the carts craning her neck, her grin was contagious as her eyes sparkled in eagerness.
“A festival!” She exclaimed as she watched the preparations underway. Old man Corvus chuckled at her excitement.
“Aye lass, tis should be a wonder to behold once it starts. Tis the reason we came all this way.” He grinned. “We should be able ta return home with some hefty purses.”
The young lady returned his grin as the caravan pulled up to the inn the caravan master had made arrangements with before hand. Kiwyn dutifully helped the others as some retrieved personal bags, the others readying to take the cart and wagons to an nearby warehouse and stable.
Kiwyn as nearly bubbling with excitement and the old man could only smile at her. “Well then, I believe our deal has been fulfilled. Go on then, have a look around.” He face went serious for a moment and her wave a finger at her in mock sternnesss. “But you be careful, festivals are ripe patches that the unruly and dishonest love ta be taking advantage of.” He smiled again. “If’n you be needing to find us, we’ll be here till the end of the festival. And of course, you’re always welcome on our carts.”
The young women nearly knock the older man over in an energetic hug. “Thank you gramps.” she said with a smile. “I promise I’ll be carful. May the grass always be greenest under you.”

With a wave she grabbed her own bag and hurried out of the inn and down the bustling street. She picked her way through the streets, avoiding alleys out of caution. At one point she had to quickly dodge a tall brown haired human running by. A bit later she paused to let an angry looking half-elf and orc exit a tavern before continuing on.

Shortly there after she came to some kind of town square. Looking around her eyes were inevitably drawn to the large tarp covered object with a makeshift stage and podium set up nearby.

Knowledge, history Check DC 15: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (17) + 13 = 30

”Ah, I remember hearing of this. The Festival of Kings. Master Dresden told me about it once.” She remarked to herself even as she licked her lips. It was a real temptation, the tarp covered mystery. One thing she hadn’t out grown was her natural curiosity, and maybe her youthful mischievousness. With a playful grin she glanced around for somewhere she could slip out of public sight for a moment.

”Ah, I remember hearing of this. The Festival of Kings. Master Dresden told me about it once.” She remarked to herself even as she licked her lips. It was a real temptation, the tarp covered mystery. One thing she hadn’t out grown was her natural curiosity, and maybe her youthful mischievousness. With a playful grin she glanced around for somewhere she could slip out of public sight for a moment.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

Since I haven't actually made a stealth check yet, I would be fine with Caleb noticing her as she looks around with a mischievously look.

Caleb looks around to gaze..um,..there are no other words that match..an angel! Scaffold said any ability score above 14 is superhuman, and Kiwyn has a Cha 17. A beautiful platinum blonde woman with tan tian features appears to have a made a comment about The Festival of Kings.
Talk! Say something! Use words! Communicate! Work. You stupid mouth! WORK!
"Uh..yeah!" flounders Caleb. "This year is special. Um, today marks the 100 year anniversary of the Grand Council, uh.."
Keep going, stupid! You're doing great!!
"..which replaced..Queen, no Empress Vincere. Who..was terrible..?"
Oh Cayden! You idiot! She thinks you're as smart as a empty keg! YOU SUCK!
Caleb tries to recover his cool.

if Caleb thinks Kywin’s cute, wait till he sees Siren with her 20 Cha. :p

Kiwyn let out a short squeak of surprise at the sudden voice addressing her. Turning to face the speaker she tried to look innocent of any mischievous thoughts and smiled at the man.
”Ah, yes… She was… terrible.” she chuckled. ”At least that’s what my master, I mean mentor told me during studies.”
Her head tilted a little as she regarded the man. It took a moment, but she recognized him as the man she saw running earlier.
“But you be careful, festivals are ripe patches that the unruly and dishonest love ta be taking advantage of.” The old man’s warning came as a reminder in the back of her thoughts. But she decided it be polite until she could tell his intentions.
Kiwyn offers the man a warm smile.
”So... do you live here or are you visiting for the festival as well?”

Okay. Good recovery! She's actually carrying a conversation! You got this!
"Lifelong resident of Absalom", smiled the big warrior. "My name is Caleb."
The godling holds out his hand in greeting.
"I work at Cayden's Hall over in The Ascendant Court with my mom and dad. I can't say I've seen you around before. Has the Festival of Kings brought you to The City at the Center of the World?"

Kiwyn nodded her head as the man introduced himself.
”You may call me Kiwyn.”
She said gingerly accepting the offered hand.
”The festival? I suppose, among other things.”
The young looking girl smiles again and looks back at the covered object.
”What do you suppose is under there?”
She asks, trying to turn his attention to it.

Pereception check for giggles: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

As she chances a glance back at the man and studies him a little further. He carries himself a man confident in his strength given the armaments he wore. Kiwyn notices a piece of rolled parchment stick out of the man’s back pocket. It looked vaguely familiar and she tilts her head slightly in thought as she regards the holy symbol on his tabard.

Knowledge, religion for giggles: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (11) + 15 = 26

”The Accidental God.” She murmurs quietly.
"If truly one he worships, I may not have to worry about this one.”
She nods again to herself.

Lucca finished off his fruit, then looked back to the Xs on the parchment and nearly choked-two of them were practically on top of each other! That had to mean something. Paying for his drink and the fruit, he dashed over to the door, looking out at the crowd, then back at the parchment, then back at the crowd. He spun it 90 degrees, then turned it back, trying to make sure he was looking the right way, looking for anything that could be a clue

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Looking around, he didn't see much, though as best he could tell by looking at the map, they were close. Moving down the street, checking down, then up, he spotted them-a couple not moving with the rest of the crowd, standing there talking. Not wanting to be spotted in case they were agents of the professor, he tried to blend in with the crowd and eavesdrop a bit.

Stealth: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28

In a city as eclectic as Absalom, drawing in the strangest sights the world has ever known, it must be a challenge to stand out from the crowd. Which makes it all the more impressive that Colt manages to do so. Easily.

For one, he probably the only person in Absalom with a giant robotic arm.

Stepping out of the carriage he rode in on, Colt tossed a bag of coins up to the driver before nodding and heading off into the crowd. He was certainly dressed with the air of a traveling noble, despite the giant metal arm, and his clothing was a fine set of velvet green and gold, custom cut to accommodate his hefty limb. He he walked through the crowds, folks giving him stares and wider berths, he smiled.

It felt good to be the center of attention.

"ACME, respond." he stated, lifting his arm up as he looked at it. The familiar buzz of artificial life whirred in his ear as his intelligent arm responded in a voice only he could hear. It was a bit crunchy, definitely metallic. He was still working on that bit. [Systems online. Awaiting input.] Colt smiled a bit wider. It was good to be the center of attention. Even better when things were going just as he planned. "Have you finished overlaying that weird drawing over the map yet/"

[Affirmative. Global positioning confirms you are still on the correct route. Estimated time of arri-]

"Ah ah ah! Don't ruin the surprise. I'd rather keep things a bit interesting."

[Request acknowledged. Entering standby mode.] The whirring died out as Colt continued to move towards the main square. He was admittedly perplexed that someone left him a map leading right to Absalom... even moreso on his locked workshop desk. Why bring him here? Granted, he was enjoying the trip - a little travel never hurts - but it left him with more mysteries than he'd like. Who sent him the map? How'd they get it to him? What were the other lines on the map signifying? Was someone gathering folks? Perhaps a secret society of the most handsome, brilliant, and resourceful folks on Golarion? If that was the case, they should just make him club president right then and there!

”What do you suppose is under there?”

Looking to the large draped object on the podium, Caleb answers "Not sure. The First Council is keeping a tight lip on it. Rumors says it's a statue to commemorate the 100 year anniversary. I'm sure it will look great. We have many dedicated artisans here in Absalom. I'm sure one of them got commissioned to create it."

”The Accidental God.” She murmurs quietly.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Much like a certain Colt Warwick, Siren doesn't seem to be having much trouble standing out. Even amidst all these crowds, and even with Absalom being what it is, she still most resembles a creature that belongs in the deep reaches of the ocean, and that does tend to draw some attention on dry land. Unfortunately for her, however, she's not quite as comfortable with the eyes she can feel on her, and has resorted to hurrying, withdrawn as closely to herself as she can get and pointedly looking at nothing but that odd map. The people she pushes past or bumps into might be able to hear her muttering, some frantic, anxious phrases in Aquan as she passes, but otherwise, there's no real interaction with the world outside her own head.

Two Xs nearly on top of one another, another nearby and yet a third converging on the same spot. When she'd first gotten the map, she'd thought there was a place in particular she needed to find. At the very least, a mark of an item, some treasure or artifact that might be important, but now that she's looking at it a little more closely, and watching those arrows move, it's a little more obvious that it's marking people. People she'll likely have to interact with. She remembers her childhood above water, and remembers how poorly that can go.

But, she'd left the comfort of the sea for a reason, and she can't expect herself to fulfill that purpose without facing her fears. She stops (in the middle of the road, of course, likely irritating at least a few people trying to walk behind her) to collect herself, taking a deep breath, straightening herself out, and relaxing her face into a more neutral expression before she reaches the city center. As she arrives, she slows her pace, now looking in between her map and the rest of the crowd, moving closer to the marks on her map that are already here, but not sure exactly what it is that she's looking for.

Oh crap, thinks Caleb, I went off on a tangent. Time to be a good representative of Absalom.
"Absalom is a center for commerce. If you need help finding anything, let me know and I'll do my best to direct you where you need to go", Caleb offers the tian beauty. "Your taldane is very good, by the way."

Sense Motive for giggles: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Kiwyn smiles back at Caleb, not noticing his seeming nervousness.
”Arigato.” She said, adding ”That means, thank you. My ancestors came from a distant land, but we embrace both our native tongue and the local one.”
She glances back at Caleb and realizes she had not checked the parchment since she arrived in the city.
"I'm not yet sure where I need to go."
She says as a thought crosses her mind. She glances back at Caleb’s pocket.
”May I?’ She asks, motioning to the pocket with the parchment sticking out.

Nonplussed and confused, Caleb eventually get the idea the exotic woman thinks his white parchment might be a map.
"Oh! This?" Caleb pulls out the white parchment and begins to unfold it. "Well, it is a map, kind of, but imco.."
As then godling opens the map fully, the map has changed. Now completely filled in, where once was one 'x' there are now two, right next to each other, which several other 'x's converging on the square, with one 'x' very close-by.
"What?!" Caleb exclaimed. With the map fully opened, the big warrior first looks to the sky, then trying to figure out who or what the 'x's represent.
"This map was nearly blank before, now it's filled..with moving 'x's!"

Lucca noted a large group of people taking about someone who had just arrived in the square who was taking to himself, but he was on a mission. Trying to blend in, he was buying another fruit, this one an odd yellow color with funny bumps on it. Still eaves dropping, he listened closely, trying to hear what they were sayin...

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

While he was having some trouble hearing them talking, he sighed-it seemed they were mostly just flirting, with the larger guy tripping over his words a little. Taking a bite of the fruit, he tried acting casual as he listened in a bit longer, though unless these were lousy code phrases, they didn't seem to be connected to the professor.

Just as he was about to leave, however, he picked up a few words: Map. What? Xs. He froze in his tracks, looking over at the pair directly-just as the man looked up. They made eye contact briefly, and from Caleb's perspective, he'd see since scrawny kid with blonde hair biting into a fruit staring back at him-a kid standing right where that x on the map would be.

Suddenly, Lucca bolted, pressing through the crowd until he got more to the main road, where he looked back, before continuing to run. What he didn't know was he was heading right towards the other 2 Xs on the map. If Caleb or Kiwyn were were to look at the map as he booked it, they'd see the X take off away from them rather quickly.

He didn't know who they were, but if he could get away, he could change, then really start to follow them.

Colt's eyes wandered and lingered about as he passed folks. He enjoyed the attention, but he couldn't help, but feel like he wasn't getting... all of it. And that was a problem! What in the world could possibly demand more attention than him!

That was his thought, at least, before he saw Siren! She was... striking! Entrancing, even! And probably the only other person in the crowd who wasn't paying attention to him! A lovely lady ignoring him was something he simply could not abide! Pushing his way through the crowds, Colt followed after Siren before she finally stopped at the central plaza. Putting on his most winning smile and consulting his best lines, he walked up beside her.

"Pardon me, ma'am, but I seem to have a problem. I'm compiling a reference guide of the most entrancing and beautiful ladies in Avistan, and while you clearly occupy the #1 entry, I know neither your name, nor anything about you. Would you mind helping me rectify that problem? Perhaps over dinner?"

[Sir. Unidentified source detected as moving at abnormal velocity.] The metallic, tinny voice in his mind echoed, before Colt hissed back. "(ACME, little busy here. Risk assessment. Silent mode. Memo to me later, please?)"

Once finished talking with himself, Colt held out his normal sized right hand to shake with Siren. "Colt Warwick. Blacksmith. Merchant. Genius. Take your pick. I've heard them all. I'm much more interested in knowing you, however."

[Sir. Graphical abnormality with map reference data. Cross-checking. Detecting arcane energy traces on source document.] Colt just let ACME ramble on. He had more important things to worry about.

Before Caleb's eyes, one of the nearby red 'x's shot away from the two 'x's were he stood on the map. The godling looked up to what he thought he saw was a yellow blur.
Folding it to a slightly smaller map, Caleb spoke to the tian woman.
"Um, sorry Kiwyn. I have to go. Stop by Cayden's Hall later and we'll talk more."
Caleb begins to wind his way through the crowd, checking the map for reference.
Now it looks like three 'x's are about to converge!

Kiwyn glances at the crude map as Caleb holds it. She watches a nearby X on the map begin to move away and glances in the direction. Like Caleb, she only catches sight of a fair haired figure moving off at a impressive speed.

Folding it to a slightly smaller map, Caleb spoke to the tian woman.
"Um, sorry Kiwyn. I have to go. Stop by Cayden's Hall later and we'll talk more."
Caleb begins to wind his way through the crowd, checking the map for reference.

As he leaves, Kiwyn slips the pack off one shoulder and removes her own parchment. She resettles the pack as she opens the paper and watches as the X’s on it move. folding it smaller she tucks it into her belt pouch and begins following Caleb at a distance. She smiles to herself at the possibility of finding out more about this mysterious map and just who or what it is leading, not just her, but others as well to.

Stealth check for giggles: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

With a quick glance around, Kiwyn ducks behind a stall and from the other side a seemingly normal looking fox comes out. The fox quickly slips through the crowded streets to catch up with Caleb, still following at a shorter distance now.

As the afternoon wears on, the streets in the city center grow more and more crowded with people who are laughing with one another, watching and tipping the entertainers, purchasing food, and in general enjoying the beginning of the festivities.

Right when the sky begins to take on a tinge of red from the sunset to come, an older thin human with graying hair takes the stage behind the podium, escorted by a few other humans that appear to be higher ranking soldiers stationed within the city.

Once behind the podium, he produces a few pieces of parchment from the inner pocket of his long ornate robe and taps them against his podium to straighten them out before laying them gently down and nodding to the closest guard.

"Men!" the large man shouts, causing some of the closer civilians to quiet to a hush. Not a second or two after, a couple of the guards produce small brass wind instruments and begin playing while the remaining guards beat their shields in rhythm with the music.

Around 15 or 20 seconds of this has quieted the crowd to a dull roar. When the guards stop, they stand at attention while the man behind the podium begins to speak.

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the greatest Festival of Kings in the history of Absalom!"

The crowd begins to erupt into cheers but with an eerie control of the crowd, the man quickly commands their attention, using his hands to motion to the crowd to become quiet once more.

"I am as excited as you are to get the festivities started but I'd like to remind all of you why we're celebrating! The only reason we're here and free today. Some people we honor here today as heroes!"

With that final word, a couple of the armed guards grab a cable holding the tarp on the statue and pull, slipping the covering from the statue and revealing what could only be described as a masterpiece. The color of brass, the statue stands about 10 feet tall and depicts a very large and well muscled man who himself seems to be nearly 9 feet tall with a large greataxe strapped to his back that's nearly 7 feet long itself. He has a long bushy beard and long hair. On his shoulder is a very small girl, depicted to look about 16 years old, braiding the large man's hair, looking very focused. The large man is holding his arm up to help support the young girl and looking off in the distance with a warm smile.

After the unveiling, the crown erupts into a roar of cheers and whistles. The man behind the podium just smiles at the crowd, proud of their reaction to the work of art.

Within about 15-20 seconds of the crowd's jubilee celebration, the screams of joy and excitement very quickly turn into screams of panic and terror as a huge serpentine creature still dripping wet from the ocean slithers over a building to the south of the large inner circle of the city where the festivities are being held, around 200 feet from the stage.

The creature is around 50 feet long if streached out and looks like it probably weighs around 12 tons (huge (long) size category)

Filing in from the alleyways leading to the center of the city, you also notice quite a few (8) light-blue skinned humanoids shamble into the crowd with old rusted swords in hand.

Surprise Round Turn Order
Lucca
Siren
Monster
Humanoid Creatures

Following Rounds
Lucca
Kiwyn
Monster
Humanoid Creatures
Siren
Colt
Caleb

During the surprise round, consider everywhere difficult terrain as the crowd panics and runs. During round 1, everywhere further than 100 feet from the monster will be difficult terrain. Otherwise, let me know how far from the stage you would have been when this all started and we'll play by theater of the mind.

Lucca to act first

Kn. History (untrained): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

As the man collected the crowd's attention, Colt stuck close to Siren, curious to see how things turned out. He had to admit, the statue was impressive... a bit weird. He'd done a bit of research before coming to Absalom, but luckily, ACME was on hand (pun absolutely intended) to refresh his memory.

As Colt looked up at the statue, he reached down and pulled up what looked to be little more than an odd necklace from around his neck, placing it on his eyes, forming a visor. [Analysis complete. Accessing archives. Subject is Lord Gyr, effective ruler of Absalom city. Storing image for database. Analysis complete. Accessing archives. Facial recognition complete. Subject is replica of popular depiction of local legends. Names: Atlas and Riley. Subjects are-]

As if on cue, ACME was cut off by the sudden panic induced by, of all things, a giant serpentine creatures lumbering itself over a nearby roof and sending the plaza into a veritable panic!

Kn. Arcana: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29
Kn. Local: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18
Kn. Religion (untrained): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

"So... that's a hydra... hey, are those things common around these parts?" he asked, looking over at Siren before ACME started to speak up again. [Multiple undead sources detected. Weapons detected. Warning: local threat levels have exceeded Level 6 Safety Standards. Please evacuate area. Recommended minimum safe distance: 300 yards.]

Lucca had just managed to get his goggles on and slick his hair back with a crackle of static when he heard the screams. Looking around quickly, he realized all these people were in danger. he noticed the humanoids coming in with the swords, but was more concerned with the giant Serpentine creature.

Making a dash towards the creature while pulling off his yellow shirt, revealing a red vest with a yells sash, he got about 65 feet before the crowd was too much for him to handle. "Out of the way, outof the way!" Still, he was about a hundred feet from the creature, which would work out for him quite well once people got out of the way.

The fox paused to regard the man on the podium.
Knowledge, History check: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (3) + 15 = 18
She recognized the speaker as the Lord Gyr. Her ears cock forward as she listens to the lord speak and watches as the statue is revealed.
Knowledge, History check: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (14) + 15 = 29
Ah, the heroes of the old war. She thinks as she admires the obvious craftsmansihp put into such a grand display. She has little time to do so though before paniced cries erupt from the crowd.
What the…? The little fox looks around sharply, her eyes falling on the giant serpentine monstrosity.
Knowledge, Arcana check: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (19) + 15 = 34
By the spirits! The fox recoiled visibly. She started to turn and run for cover when she spotted a handful of creatures slip from the nearby alleys.
Knowledge, Religion check: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (1) + 15 = 16
Undead! Not just any undead either, they had been denizens of the water. This did not look good, people could get hurt. Kiwyn firmed her will and readied herself to take action.

The monstrous snake pushed toward the panicked crowd beginning to flee (5 ft step) while letting out a soul-shattering hiss.

It began curling up its body before rearing back and letting forth a cone of freezing air and water into the crowd in front of it, freezing the civilians solid in place.

The strange humanoids all begin moving toward the center of down, cutting down a few civilians getting in their way. A couple of guards attempt to rush them but their weapons can hardly puncture their tough supernatural flesh.

The undead are all about 30 feet away from one another and 100 or so feet from the hydra.

The sky begins to grow cloudy and the guards begin to escort the Lord off of the stage in an attempt to get him to safety but no sooner did they start moving did he begin having a heavy coughing fit.

Lucca is up again

Lucca's heart was pounding-monsters everywhere, and near as he could tell the guards wouldn't be able to stop them, but maybe he could do something-anything! As the blue creatures swinging swords came at the crowd he was at the edge of, his eyes sparking with lightning, making his goggles glow.

Taking off like a bolt of lightning, he rushed three of the beings with swords, trying to take the weapons of two and punch a third as he blurred toward them at breakneck speed!

Trying out ki hurricane! Using 3/5 Ki points, but subbing in disarms for attacks on the first two, provoking at least twice due to the disarms

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28
Disarm: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (14) + 14 = 28

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29
Disarm: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (6) + 14 = 20

Unarmed Strike PWR Atk: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (8) + 13 = 21
Damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12 Bludgeoning

Panting, nearly out of breath from using that speed, he looked down at his hands and legs, which were glowing with electrical energy. He wasn't sure what was going on with him-but boy did he love it! Though he was a little too excited-he was still within reach of the one he punched at the end!
what kind of swords?

Beautiful. He called her beautiful. Colt could probably see the gears in her head grind to a sudden, screeching halt as she dealt with that statement, midnight-blue skin flushing to black around her cheeks out to the tips of her fins. To say she isn't used to that kind of compliment would be an understatement, apparently, as she opens her mouth to try and stammer out a halfway coherent reply.

Whatever she was about to say never quite makes it out of her, however, her expression changing to a worried frown as she focuses on the strange rumbling beneath her feet, trying to put a cause to the feeling. Her question is answered by the screams, and soon after by the sight of the hydra and its undead companions. She takes a moment, taking stock of the situation around her and formulating a plan. There's a brief glance, tossed back in Colt's direction - that arm looked impressive. Would it allow him to fight? Would he fight, even if it did? She makes a motion with her hands, conjuring a waterfall out of thin air to fall to the ground around her feet.

"Siren!" Finally managing her reply, she shifts into a ready stance. "You can call me Siren. If you are going to run, Mr. Colt Warwick, please do so quickly."

Siren doesn't wait for a reply, turning her attention entirely back to the situation at hand. She takes a deep breath, and begins singing, voice clear and loud and near inhuman in its beauty. It's a triumphant sound, the sound of a sure victory, of an overwhelming advantage, bolstering the will of those who can hear and, apparently, moving even her conjured water to action. The puddle at her feet raises up into two walls, forming a point between her and the hydra, directing the fleeing citizens to move around the area she and Colt are standing in. Lastly, a small window opens in the wall in front of her, just enough space to fire an arrow from.

In case that's not clear, that's her surprise round for a swift action to Create Water, and a standard to start Watersong/Inspire Courage for courage and buffs. Enjoy that +1 to attack/damage/charm or fear saves.

Cool, sorry. Didn't mean to slip past you. I'll factor that into Lucca's round as well.

In a flash, Lucca darted around the battlefield far too quickly for the strange humanoids to react to him as he easily picked the weapons from their hands.

Do you hang onto the weapons or do you knock them to the ground? They're longsword but clearly not longswords forged to be used by the likes of a super, they only do 1d4 base damage.

Reaching a third humanoid creature, Lucca's velocity is easily enough force to split the being in half and leave it a steaming pile on the ground.

Kiwyn's go

Lucca suddenly remembered that there might be one behind him,though turning back to look at the one he punched only to see he'd flattened it. At first he felt uneasy that he just did that, but couldn't help but smile and laugh nervously. He looked over the blades in his hands, though was disappointed they weren't that great. Useless to him, he dropped the weapons onto the remains of the dead creature he punched in half, then looked to the other monsters nearby.

Hearing the singing he was a little confused over who was doing that now,but he was thankful to have it. He noticed the sudden appearance of water and groaned-everything nearby that was bad was wet, and that likely wasn't good.

Kiwyn could only watch in horror as the undead undine cut down the citizens and guards alike. Without a second thought the fox leap forward, using it’s smaller size to slip through the panicking crowd. She understands that she lacks the physical or magical strength to take on the creatures but she will do what she can. Suddenly a yellowish blur tears across the plaza. In th blink of an eye it disarmed two of the creatures and rendered a third incapacitated.
She decided to turn her attention to something that she felt would be more helpful. The fox made it’s way quickly to where people had been injured. Trying to figure out who she could help and who needed healing first.

The massive serpent raised up, towering over the crowd of people screaming and running away as if to get a better look around just in time to see a lightning streak across its field of vision. Without a moments' hesitation, it unveils and rushes toward Lucca putting full force into attacking him with all three heads.

Lucca was too fast for the beast but its speed was clearly not to be taken lightly. One of the heads missed my mere inches. Charge

The the two humanoids that were disarmed begin shambling their way toward Lucca along with two others. The four were able to get adjacent to Lucca but are too slow to attack him.

The remaining three begin converging on where Siren was singing but did not make it far through the crowd of running civilians (they're about 10 feet from Siren who I imagine is 30 feet from Lucca).

Kiwyn is able to find some civilians who were injured during the initial attack. Normal civilians in this game have the equivalent of 1 or 2 hp and I'll let you heal them with such a small amount of your magical reserves that it doesn't actually take a spell slot. Just for coolness sake.

The Lord's cough gets worse, the man barely being able to stand. The guards that were surrounding him are basically having to carry him now. The dark clouds in the sky are getting thicker overhead, especially toward Azlanti Keep.

Siren's go

As she comes to the first victim, Kiwyn swiftly changes into her true self. Her tails swish and twitch as she moves quickly from one victim to the next, using her magic to close wounds and stop bleeding. Not caring about the blood on her hands she tries to sooth those still conscious.

With her focus on maintaining the power in her song, there's only so much Siren can do about the undead approaching her position. She weaves what she knows into her lyrics, what she was able to learn about the strengths and weaknesses of their enemies, hoping enough people were listening to her to use this new information.

She begins to back up as she sings, carefully and with her wall following her close behind, putting herself now about 40 feet from the encroaching zombies, drawing her shortbow as she does.

Warning: abnormal weather patterns detected. Monitoring meteorological data. Likely storm epicenter located over Azlant Keep. Updated: high-speed electrical presence detected. Monitoring anomaly. Threat level not assessable at current time.

Colt listened as ACME continued to rattle off data of the surrounding area. He made a mental note to look into a way to condense it and filter out the uninteresting nonsense, later. Right now, he had bigger snakes to skin!

A three-headed one, in fact!

He watched Siren manipulating the water around her, before taking note of the approaching undead. Undines... interesting. He wondered if they were specifically after Siren, since she seemed related. In race, at least. "I see why they call you Siren... your singing seems to draw in the guys. Old flames? That's fine... I like a little competition. Gives me a chance to impress the ladies." He started to push his way through the fleeing crowds, headed more for the hydra than the approaching undead... though he certainly was moving into their path. "And I'm afraid I won't be leaving. Never seen a hydra before... and it's only got three heads! Must be a baby... THAT, I want a good look at!"

Move action through the crowd between the undead and Siren. Readied action to cast Mage Armor if they try to attack!

Caleb spent the better part of the day trying to locate the ever-elusive 'x's on his map. With the huge crowds to navigates, the godling got close several times to a few, but was occasionally stopped by nabbing some pickpockets or meeting admirers and other caydenites. One time, around mid-afternoon, his search was interrupted by a fervent hallow reader who told him in an animated way that 'his day of destiny was upon him'. All and all, what was suppose to be a enjoyable day became a frustrating one.

At sunset, like most of Absalom, Caleb waited with most of the city for the official start of The Festival of Kings. The godling immediately recognized Lord Gyr as he made his way to the podium. The Primarch was of course there, during the emergency session to address Caleb's presence disturbing the peace those years ago with the burning carriage. As the patriarch of House Gixx was looking around as he straightened his papers, he noticed the tall young caydenite in the crowd and gave him a nod of acknowledgement, for which Caleb returned.
After the short speech, the brass statue was revealed to the applause of the city.
Knowledge (history): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
It took a few moments for Caleb to make the connection between the art piece and the two legendary heroes, which made him smile.
I wonder if I'll get a statue like that someday?
Caleb's daydreaming was cut short by the abrupt arrival of the three-headed monster and the blue-skinned humanoids.
Knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
"Hey!" Caleb said to himself. "Those are undines. Eww. They look a little 'green around the gills'!"
With people running away from the podium, Caleb had a hard time seeing what was going on. Before the godling could react, the monster sprayed a freezing breath into the crowd.
"NO!" Caleb bellowed.
Then many things happened at once. That yellow blur he caught a glimpse of earlier ran through the undine, and another healthier looking undine was singing and attacking the sickly ones. It looks like everyone was converging on the blue-skinned attacker, but not the monster.
Drawing his longsword and shield, Caleb clicked of his heels, activating his Agile Feet (Su) ability. With a dash, the godling dodged and weaved through the crowd as if they weren't even there. As he ran, the caydenite bellowed his familiar catchphrase.
"IT'S CLOSING TIME!!"
Zooming up to the monster's bulk, Caleb slashed deep into the creature with his longsword.
Longsword: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19
Dmg.: 1d8 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16 MAX! NICE!
There, thought Caleb. Now it's got something else to draw it's attention!

Lucca bobbed to the left, then weaved to the right, then leaned backwards till his hair hit the ground as he dodged that third strike, the hydra snapping at him with each of its heads. He stood up straight only to find the four undead undine all on him with the serpentine heads looming over him. Just as he started to wonder if he'd bitten off way more than he could chew, he heard someone yell about closing time. Surprised and relieved he wasn't the only one fighting, he swung wildly at the undead surrounding him, going after the ones with the swords.

Flurry of Blows PWR Atk and Inspire: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 17
Damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Flurry of Blows PWR Atk and Inspire: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (5) + 14 = 19
Damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Just in reaction to your rounds.

The three heads of the hydra draw back from attacking Lucca, each one almost seemingly trying to triangulate his position (something easier said than done to be sure) when Caleb sprinted toward it, his footsteps cracking the ground under the force of his steps.

The head closest to Caleb's side turns toward him, jarred by Caleb's powerful voice, and lashes toward him, scraping its teeth across Caleb's flesh. Caleb's musculature proved to be a bit tougher than the monster's bite, however, allowing Caleb to shrug off most of the damage like it never happened.

[Ooc]Caleb takes 2 damage.

Caleb's sword, however, has a bit more bite. He feels the sword hit the creature's hide which is no doubt as hard as steel but he's able to easily push the sword through with no trouble. You ignore all of its DR.

Meanwhile, Lucca is able to easily dispatch two more of the undead humanoids with blinding speed, leaving two more beside him along with the huge serpent.

Kiwyn to act

Satisfied she had helped who she could for now the the fox maiden turned on the closest guard she saw. ”Get the citizens to safety. Leave this to…” Sh almost said “..to me” but as her attention turned back to the attack at Caleb’s battle cry. She saw others engaging the monsters. ”Us. Leave this to us."
Kiwyn advanced towards the undead undines seeming to be focused on another ocean native and a man with a strange arm. With a few simple gestures and a whispered word of power she extended her hand and a bolt of glowing force sprang from her finger. It flew true, weaving past anything not it’s target and struck one of the undead.

Magic Missile: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Yay, maxed it. :p

The giant beast's attention was now split between the living bolt of lightning and the demigod that actually managed to pierce its hide.

The monster's split attention proved to be its downfall, however, as the two heads that had not bothered to pay attention to Caleb lashed out toward Lucca far too predictably. Lucca was easily able to evade both attacks without another thought. The one head that engaged Caleb was a bit more successful, looking almost as if it was going to lang a direct hit on the large man, but Caleb easily swatted the beast's head away with his shield.

The gash that Caleb made in the creature's flesh begins to close, healing at an incredible rate.

Meanwhile, the one of the three shambling humanoids neareat Siren began pursuit of Siren while the other two decided to move to engage Colt. No sooner did the one that began moving toward Siren begin doing so did it take a bolt of magical force directly to its midsection, effectively tearing it in two. The top half tried to drag itself along the ground for a moment before ultimately succumbing to the wound. Magic missile reduced it to 0 and ignored all DR and resistances it has.

The remaining two make their way to Colt who is suddenly a bit more armor plated than before.

I'll assume you cast it right before they started threatening you so you don't have to cast defensively.

Moving into position but too slow (or stupid) to move into an advantageous flanking position, the creatures swing their swords at Colt who is able to evade their attacks almost without moving.

Colt, I have your AC calculated at 22 (10+6(fighting)+6(dexterity)), but your crunch reflects 16. Just a heads up.

The remaining two sea-undead lazily swing their swords at Lucca.

But being unable to even tell where they should swing their swords to lang a hit on someone like Lucca.

The Lord finally collapses to the ground, one knee and one foot on the ground while the epicenter of the storm that seems to be spontaneously brewing finally begins circling over Azlanti keep.

"Kneel!"

A voice booms from the Lord but it is not his own. It is a women's voice primarily but it almost sounds as if it is met with a choir of other voices.

Immediately after the voice rings out across the town center, everyone remaining there immediately kneels except the party currently engaged in combat with the monsters. The Lord passes out.

Everyone; On your turn, make a DC 15 Will save. Failure just means you're Shaken for 6 rounds. Any bonuses you might have against fear effects apply.

Siren is up next

Will Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Something within that scream for obeisance shook Caleb to the core, making him feel it in his bones.

Will Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

That scream rattles Siren, and her song wavers, cuts off for a moment as her heart jumps into her throat. The silence only lasts as long as it takes her to take a deep, shaky breath, steeling herself against her impulse to flee.

She makes a brief motion with her hand, dropping the concentration needed to keep her wall in place, and takes aim with her bow at one of the undead attacking Colt.

Attack(w/ Shaken, Inspire Courage, Deadly Aim: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Will Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

Unlike the others, the order to kneel just seems to rile Colt up! When he hears the order, he pauses for a moment, looking the direction of Lord Gyr before delivering a rude gesture. Despite the threat of undead nearby.

"I KNEEL TO NOBODY! Sure as heck not you!" he yelled, his voice amplified by his new suit of magically made armor before rearing back and delivering a punch to the nearby undine that Siren shot.

Steel Arm: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 261d8 ⇒ 5

[Sir, voice pattern analysis indicates that Lord Gyr may be subject to some form of possession.] Colt huffed back looking over at the hydra. That was going to be a problem... but it seemed some fool was trying to put a dent in the thing! "HEY! It heals too fast! You won't be able to deal with that by yourself! Lure it this way! I've got a plan! ACME, prime the Prismatic Cannon."

[Sir, the Prismatic Cannon has yet to see proper field testing results.]

"We're in the field, and we have a test subject. Prime it."

The arrow fired by Siren flies through the air and sinks into the creature's flesh. It took some damage from the shot but was still going strong for Colt--until the genius' metal fist forcefully ends its meager existence.

Even shaken, Siren easily hits. Accounting for Siren's song, you both essentially ignore its DR.

Caleb is up

Scaffold, what rolls would Caleb have to make to grab the hydra by his tail and flip it over his shoulder?

I'd say that's a grapple. Normally you'd have to roll another grapple on another round to "move" it but that's cool as crap so I'll let you use a point from your strength pool to attempt the grapple and, if you succeed, you can also force it to move and do your strength modifier damage (for slamming it on the ground).

""HEY! It heals too fast! You won't be able to deal with that by yourself!"

"No kidding!" The godling said sarcastically through gritted teeth. "I was hoping for some help on that front!"

"Lure it this way! I've got a plan! ACME, prime the Prismatic Cannon."

What the 9 Hells in a 'Prismatic Canon'?

So you would get 13+9(CMB)+2(flanking)+2(Unarmed Combatant)+1(Siren)+1(Strength Pool)-2(Shaken)=26

Just wanted to make sure I took everything into account because 26 succeeds but 23 doesn't. ;)

Caleb reaches out and grabs the 12 ton serpent, pivoting his legs with an impressive feat of strength and swinging it over his shoulder and slamming it on the ground behind him and right next to Colt's position.

The massive beast's body slams down on the ground, breaking the stonework beneath it and creating a small crater and crushing one of the humanoid monsters threatening Colt.

8 damage done to the hydra and to one of the undead undine (killing it). The 9 squares that make up the hydra's new position is also now difficult terrain.

Lucca is up again

Lucca watches in shock and amazement as the man who had shouted before grabs the snake monster by the tail and swing it like a sack of potatoes, flattening one of the undead "I don't know if that counts as luring. But effective!" He teased- then realized this was the man who he saw with the map earlier. Then he remembered he was still dealing with the undine!

Will Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Flurry of Blows PWR Atk and Inspire: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (11) + 16 = 27
Damage: 1d8 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
Flurry of Blows PWR Atk and Inspire: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (2) + 16 = 18
Damage: 1d8 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Forgot the inspire to damage before. Wow that was close on the save! Also, did we all get unarmed combatant for free and I missed it? I hadn't factored it in.
Fixed for this

In typical Lucca fashion, the slow and uncoordinated undead creatures were helpless to dodge his lightning quick punches and kicks, leaving them smoldering piles on the ground.

This left only one more shambling humanoid and the giant three headed serpent which looks like it has taken a healthy beating but is still recovering from its wounds very quickly.

As it stands, the hydra has taken 24 damage and has fast healed 5 of it.

Kiwyn's turn to act.