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No can has boons afterall. :(

Got me chronicle and all's good.

Good game everyone!

Here comes the BOON! 1d20 ⇒ 5

"An' de moral av dis story is 'don't nick other people's things.'" says the dwarf before leaving to pass on some rather incriminating information about Heidmarch and her present location to the local contingent of Hellknights.

"What's good for da goose...." Bullwhip laughs.

Roll credits!

Ah yes, the Murder Hobo Society needs new, even more murderous cultist allies to use against their less murderous rivals in the Consortium. Bullwhip thinks. He keeps it to himself though. Best to let all the youngsters keep their innocent dreams... and what ever horrors Red dreams of.

"Yeah! I'm not leaving here knowing this murderous statue is running loose down here. I sure ain't no holier-than-thou paladin, but, I don't want to feel responsible if that thing managed to get into the city above and end up murdering innocent townsfolk!"

"Yer mean like all dem murderous cultists through tha' doorway?" points out the dwarf.

To Bullwhip's point, there is at the moment only one way out of the safe house, and that's the way the party came in. No one has cleared the exit through the not-so-secret door yet.

Bullwhip just got here and is assuming the group has been as productive as he has been. ;)

"Bullwhip. They use that machine to torture and sacrifice people. We should take care of it before we leave."

"Ah, an' yer don't suppose they cud jist do dat wi' rocks an' knives, do yer? An' 'oy are tree av yer only sorta sittin' on dat wee dag anyhow?" Bullwhip looks around. "An' nigh 'e's gone aff again."

Went.

"Yer called me back for dis?" The dwarf stomps over for a closer look at the situation and says. "Waaat ye al' waitin' for? Make for de stair! Fly yer fools!"

Bullwhip's done.

Bullwhip rounds the corner and slows as he comes into view of the thing.

Double move.

"Oi canny leave you lot alone for a minute, can Oi?" he says a bit gobsmacked.

Bullwhip, I assumed that you ran from where you were to the anteroom (since you can move up to 3x your movement in a straight line when running). Then, on this round you'd run straight north.

If he could, then absolutely, but by the map, and assuming he had just finished working on the pipes and wasn't using a drain snake with 10-foot reach, it looks like he would have to move northward first to clear the wall from where he was working, and hence not be able to take the full-round action needed to run.

You can run as a full-round action. If you do, you do not also get a 5-foot step.

And as previously mentioned, he would need to be traveling in a straight line.

PS Anyhow it serves the party right for wandering off on their own like that. ;)

In a panic, he magically slings bacon fat underneath the statue, creating a slick surface on the stone floor. He hopes the grease topples the statue, but, he's also worried that the scent will entice the ever-hungry Bullwhip to move toward the wonderful smell.

Cast grease in the 10' area in front of door. Reflex DC 14.

*sniff* "Dis best not be sum fiendish mother-in-law trick."

Quick note: I moved Bullwhip back a couple of steps. He only moves at a speed of 20'.

Sylvester decides that leaving a man behind (in this case dwarf) is a bad idea.

"I will let Bullwhip know what is happening. I will get there fastest."

With those words Sylvester and his two illusionary copies ride Shaggy towards the room with the gushing water. He then calls out to the dwarf.

"Bullwhip, get a move on. We have company."

*sigh* Oi take eet back. They're moire like wee, snot-nosed twenty-five-year-olds." complains the dwarf to no-one. "Oi'm comin'!"

Everyone can act! Bullwhip, with water splashing onto the floor, you can't hear what's happening with the party yet.

Waaat? ;)

Red is the muscle (ties for best Strength in the party), so either carrying a chest or opening the door. Probably the former, as it seems Bullwhip is still breaking things.

**drip... drip... drip... drip....** "Heheheheh."

So Bullwhip is by the pipe, and his superior engineering knowledge has enabled him to figure out an easy way to sabotage the spigot.

**drip... drip... drip... drip... drip... drip... drip... drip....** "This'll drive 'em crazy." says the grinning dwarf, giving the spigot one final adjustment with his waraxe.

"See! I told you I should have brought some paint to leave Aspis graffiti!"

Corey picks up a small stone from the floor and tries to write on the wall with it. He presses hard to leave marks but the rock just doesn't do well enough at marking on the stone wall. He takes a step back to look at his handiwork.
Barely legible in large letters are the words,
"THE ASSPISS WERE HERE, SUCKERS!"

Sylvester shrugs at Red's comments using his minor magics to color the crude writings and drawings in a sepia tone.

The color will fade in 1 hour but it is still fun.

"Alright how about this as a plan. We move the chests up the stairs, break the pipes, go back into the secret door, spike it shut from the inside and then break our way out to the city street."

"Someone with some muscles will need to carry the chests up the stairs. That is not me."

"So who can carry some treasure out of here?"

Everyone in the party with the exception of Sylvester has above average strength so moving a chest should be fine for them I imagine. They will need to volunteer however for the task. :)

"Ah fer da love av--yer loike a bunch av wee 35-year-olds. Yer tryin' too 'ard! Wash thah off!"

He takes his Aspis coin from whomever actually brought it and flicks it over his shoulder. "Sorted. Now about thah plumbin'."

knowledge (eng): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

"Ah come on! We can take dem!" whispers the dwarf excitedly.

"Wait 'ere."

As quietly as he can manage Bullwhip tip-toes into the room, sidles up to the wall and takes a peek into the next chamber from cover.

** crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch**

dwarven stealth (half speed): 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (12) - 2 = 10

perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

"I was going to look at the water contraption too but it looks like Bullwhip got it!"

"Dammit Seeonickk, Oi'm a fighter, not a plumber."

Bullwhip is close enough to the box to notice that the dolls are decorated with gold paint, and could be worth something.

"Waaat!? Oi 'av a wee sister!" protests the dwarf and any curious stares.

After checking the curtain to the north of the gathering space, the dwarf pulls it open to reveal a chamber bare of everything except a stone dais in the center of the room. On the dais is a large stone statue carved with elaborate runes, depicting a creature with a serpent's body, a woman's torso, six wings, and a seven-pointed star in place of a head. The western exit is a set of doors consisting of iron bars an inch in diameter and six inches apart, like those of a cage.

"Nigh that's jist kinky."

"Don't worry when we get back Bullwhip and Red can take their big weapons and smash open all of the pipes here. That will get the water flowing."

Bullwhip laughs expectation.

"So what's raun 'er?" says the dwarf pointing northward toward the curtains beyond the mess hall. "A kitchen? An' maybe a brisket?"

Red will help patch everyone up and explain how to make the wands work (be a cleric).

He is quite interested in the surgical tools.

Bullwhip pulls his magical backscratcher out and hands it to the cleric to reach that one spot he can never get to.

backscratcher of clw: 7d8 + 7 ⇒ (7, 8, 1, 5, 4, 3, 2) + 7 = 37

"Fine den! Yer scrap 'er!" grumbles the dwarf to the "cleric" as he withdraws to try and heal himself.

Happy Ramadan, Easter and Passover, everyone!

Botting Seebonickk to keep things moving:

The gnome retreats to just behind the Reverend. Seebonickk, I figure the retreat is a given; if you want to move to the other side, feel free.

I don't know. Seebonickk seems like he might be a mean tactical wrestler. I bet you has has a luchador mask that he dons in secret and then reappears as as Tomas the Tiny Tiger™! In his guise as the Tigre Diminuto he pounces upon his prey!

Seeing that no one else is taking charge, Bullwhip does so!

"Oye! bard-boy! Don't jist stan' dare! It's yer mother-in-law! Do somethin' useful--sin', or dance or play wi' wee puppets or whatever 'tiz yer do! An' you, bow-girl, drop dat stupid steck before sum enterprisin' dwarf sticks it up yer back dur sideways! Make yerself useful an' strin' yer bow! You, ill-favored clergyman! Ah've got a magical 'ealin' backscratcher on me belt. De control phrase is 'a wee lower an' ter de left'. Oi also 'av a poshun dat can cure yer moderately well. Seebonickk, put on yer wee wrastlin' mask, an' prepare ta pounce! You, you dense frog--Oi don't nu. You're a dense frog! I guess whatever yer do don't croak!"

Still smiling, the creature follows the party out of the room. It avoids the obvious killing ground for the moment. Red's scythe takes a small piece out of it nonetheless, while the frog can't get a good bite from around the corner. One chain wraps around the corner and hits the Reverend for 8 HP. Red also notices that his scythe doesn't do as much damage as expected, and further that the wound left by Bullwhip's axe continues to heal.

In a desperate attempt to get to a cleric who actually has a chance of healing him with a wand, or a spell, Bullwhip rushes into the gap and smacks Corenthiir's devilish mother-in-law in the face with his axe. Now might be a good time for some healing or an armor buff, even some "aid other" might do. ;) Bullwhip has the best AC and is probably the most consistent damage dealer in the party so he really shouldn't be hanging back.

+1 dwarven waraxe v mother-in-law (power attack, possibly inspired (+1 more) if de bard knows waaat's good fer 'im ;) ): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22 damage (possibly inspired (+1 more) as well): 1d10 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18

Bullwhip's eyes bulge and his facial hair curls up at the inappropriate stick prodding.

"NOT SO LOW, LASSY!" Bullwhip shouts with a start.

"The plan is to keep moving so as not to get tagged."

"Ah, de auld 'Oi don't 'av ter oyt run me enemy, Oi jist 'av ter oyt run de dwarf an' de gnum on foot' strategy, is it?" Bullwhip says resignedly.

A giant frog appears next to Sylvester and Shaggy.

"DE HELLS!" exclaims the dwarf in surprise.

Seeing that it is getting too crowded up here, Red moves back to the southern side of the passageway and again prepares to hack at the adversary.

"Say where's de cleric??" Bullwhip says looking around for the party's nominal healer to bolster his flagging ability to stand and defend like a mobile, low garden wall.

"Ah, for de luv of--." he curses seeing the man at the far end of the hall.

He turns back to the gnome on the dog only find them gone. "Typical."

Bullwhip, since your BAB is +4, shouldn't your Power Attack be -2 to hit/+4 to damage? You've got -1 to hit/+4 to damage. Also, your AC in your header doesn't match your AC on your sheet--it looks like your header is wrong.

Thanks for the heads up. Although the only thing of significance is that his standard AC should be 23 (touch and flat-footed were and are correct). The description of Power Attack under special abilities was out of date but his attack and damage dice (the thing I reference when fighting) was up to date. +7 atk, 1d10+10 damage with Power Attack.

Oi 'ope folks are ready.

Bullwhip withdraws using the wall for cover.

In his haste through the short hall he passes something low, and red. Hm!? Ah, whatever. Proobably isn't important.

Bullwhip heads north unless someone waves him south. In which case he still has another 5' of movement.

"Well, ye ready? what's de plan?" says the dwarf breathing hard. "Corenthiir, do yer 'av a way av gettin' in touch wi' yer auld father-in-law? An' where's Seebonickk?"

"Thank you, Sylvester. I feel a bit better already."

Merida draws her own wand of CLW and tries to make it work.

But the wand doesn’t obey Merida's command. Her deep wounds are making it hard to concentrate, it seems...

"GODS DAMMIT! PUT YER DAMN MAGICAL TWIGS AWAY AN' PULL OYT A CABER YER IDIOTS!!" roars the dwarf.

"Oi swear yer people an' yier 'idiot sticks' an' naw wan in de party who knows 'oy ter use dem." mutters the dwarf darkly at all the wasted effort, while here he was buying time against Corenthiir's mother-in-law--and what a piece of work she was!

"JIST WALK IT AFF, AN' DO SOMETHIN' USEFUL!!" he shouts over his shoulder.

"OH QUIT YER GRIPIN' AN' GIT READY ALREADY! WAAAT YE, AN EEJIT BUNCH AV BARDS!?"

"'ey! Yer al' charged in 'ere an' did yer tin'! Nigh let me do mine!" roars the dwarf. He steps in a let's Corenthiir's mother-in-law have it with the business end of his waraxe.

+1 dwarven waraxe v mother-in-law (power attack): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25 damage: 1d10 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

Bullwhip stands his ground, using the wall for cover.

"Al' 'ere for de brisket aye? Well don't forget who wus 'ere first." says the dwarf over his shoulder to the late arrivals.

He tugs at Corenthiir's sleeve and asks "Lad, is she gonna make it 'ere, or ye still gonna nade dat tree?"

"Sounds delicious. Let's git oyt av 'ere an' fend an auld oak. Oi'll cleave wan down if we canny fend a stump."

The map image is accurate....

So rode in and then out after casting. Gotcha. Just wanted to make sure they had moved already, because things are about to get tight.

Bullwhip (double move) hustles in behind Corenthiir further stopping up the pathway in or out. ;)

"Well lad, can she or canny she?" says the nearly-out-of-breath dwarf to Corenthiir.

"Waaat do yer suppose is down dare?" asks Bullwhip pointing southward to curtain at the end of the hall.

"By the gods!"

Corey howls after stepping into the room and gets a good look at the creature's face.
"It's my ex-mother in law!!!"

"Can she make a decent brisket!?" shouts Bullwhip back. "Al' dees 'allways, an' poison gas is makin' me famished."

Sylvester makes a face at Corey's attempt at a spell.

"Scroll magic? Surely you can do better than that."

Where is Sly and the Family Hound exactly? It might be important for more than just Bullwhip's move.

There's a curtain near Bullwhip. Brushing it aside in search of food, the dwarf sees yet another curtain just past the first. On the other side is a room containing several mats and low beds. The stone walls of the room are deeply carved with jagged runic symbols. On a small table is a brick of smoldering incense, but its heavy scent does not disguise an underlying sharp smell. Unfortunately for the dwarf, there is no food here.

"Blast!"

Corey walks into the room and takes a look around.

"Hey. Hear that? Behind the wall? The hissing. This chamber is very close to Riddleport's Gas Forge, which is built over a carbauxine well."

knowledge (engineering): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

"Aye, Oi can smell it in de room already."

"On our way out, we could punch a hole in the wall to let the gas into this area."

"Roi, an' cause lots uv death an' needless suffering[/i]--the Pathfinder Society way.[/i] Carbauxine is fatal in quantity. Better dat we cap it an' save sum luckless sod de trouble."

Sylvester winks at Corey.

"I can help you out there."

Sylvester uses his fey abilities (Prestidigitation) to soil the food in the containers.

Prestidigitation is like a 0 level equivalent of the Wish spell. :)

"'ey! Oi wus aboyt ter ayte dat!"

Bullwhip heads around the corner to find something to eat.

"Dew yer mean de wall?" Bullwhip says pointing to the big S. "'tis too obvious, an' proobably a trap."

Corey meets up with Bullwhip at the edge of the large chamber.

"Alright. Let's pick one of these southern halls and check them out."

"Roi. We can split up an' root for clues again." agrees the dwarf. "Cos that's waaat Oi wus doin' while yer an' de kip were bludgeonin' de lil' baby seals back at de Cod Bowl."

Then he stops and thinks for a moment. "'tis funny. Oi don't see any bowlin' alleys dare."

He heads down the central hall slowly (eating thin slices of grease-fried potatoes from their noisy bag) stopping before the cell doors and looking within before proceeding down to the intersection and looking around the corner.

dwarven stealth (half-speed): 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (16) - 4 = 12

**Crunch** **Crunch** **Crunch** **Crunch** **Crunch** **Crunch**

perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13

I guess for Bullwhip the pirate hat comes with a few minor drawbacks....

Despite the volume of noise created by the dwarf's attempts at stealth, nothing disturbs the party. The wider area at the end of the hall is the intersection of several tunnels. Three wooden tables and a number of chairs are stacked here, together with a shipping crate about two feet square. To the east, a portion of the stone wall stands ajar a few inches.

"Waaat du yer suppose dat big white 'S' in de wall is for?" Bullwhip says after putting away his potato chips.

"Luk. A not-so secret passage." he says indicating the wall.

"Everyone keep your eyes peeled for traps and proceed slowly. It seems that this place is loaded with them. Also we might want to avoid the next door at least for now. It probably connects to the room with the basilisks."

"Shhh! Keep yer voice down, man." Bullwhip says down to the gnome.

He creeps up to the next corner over the course of a couple of rounds.

dwarven stealth (half speed): 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (9) - 4 = 5

**CRUNCH** **CRUNCH** **CRUNCH** **CRUNCH** **CRUNCH** **CRUNCH** ....

Works for Bullwhip.

"Yikes! They turn a person to stone? Oh, wait. I think I've heard of basilisks."

"An illusory wall, you say?"

"Bathing in their blood should reverse the condition. Gross but effective."

"Basilisks? Turn to STONE?! Uh... I think this is way above my paygrade. I'll ask for a raise, that's for sure!"

"Whatever you do, don't look at the walls as you walk past."

The dwarf shakes his head, and does as instructed.

"Oi 'av naw idea waaat any av yer are blatherin' aboyt." he says under his breath.

Once we're done, I'll tell you about when I played this, my very first PFS scenario. (Could have been worse...could've been Dalsine Affair.)

Or The Beggar's Pearl.

Bullwhip looks at the circle and then takes a running leap over it just in case. Yer never nu wi' gnums.

acrobatics (running jump): 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (16) - 4 = 12

He looks around the corner.

"Well?" asks Bullwhip of the wizardy-types no realizing that Sylvester is just sliding by on chutzpah and natural talent, and not a multi-year degree program from a prestigious school of magic.

Corenthiir squats down and grabs the ring of the trap door. He gives a worried look at Merida.

"You sure there aren't any traps?
... Okay."
He slowly, and quietly, opens the lid and peers down into the shaft looking to see if there's a ladder or any light down below.

"Oi didn't clap any, an' if dare wus wan someone wud 'av said." says the dwarf plumbing deeper.

"Alright people let check this place out."

"Aboyt time." says Bullwhip before stepping inside.

The gnome yells out to Bullwhip.

"You did not try yet. How about trying for that teak chalice? It would be a nice souvenir."

Not being a chalice sort of person Bullwhip hems and haws about it. "But thar's naw endurance bit, is dare? Dwarves are wasted on liftin'. We're naturals at 'oldin' our bladders though."

Str (DC 16): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15
Dex (DC 15): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

And as expected the dwarf comes up short.

"'Tis not jist aboyt gettin' it al' down. 'Tis aboyt keepin' it dare." Bullwhip says going into graphic detail about how he very confidently thinks the game is played and what he thinks the puddles on the floor actually are*.

* Although they are very, very probably not. ;)

Maybe a few aids could help here?

diplomacy (aid): 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (14) - 1 = 13

"Waaat me wee mucker wus sayin' wus: We are aware av yer bill collector. yer man 'as setup a racket among several churches in dis area ter try ter exploit dem wi' contracts av Chelaxian complexity. Our organisashun does not well tolerate dis sort av behaviour an' 'as sent us in ter sort al' dis oyt an' ter try ter shut 'imself down if possable." explains the dwarf louder and more coherently to the priest.

"The upside ter dis al' is dat Jenks tinks dat we are workin' for 'imself in part as intermediary debt collectors. It seems loike yer man is not pure well liked in dis town. So nigh yer 'av de opportunity ter satisfy yer debt an' try ter chucker a bit av gran' in dis town. Yer paddy needs ter be stopped before yer man exploits even more people."

Then he takes a drink and belches long and loud before scraping the bristles bordering his mouth with his sleeve.