"Cracking" John's page

Spying the slimy creature, John flies into a rage while allowing his feet to sink to the bottom. He grabs ahold of his mace and fiercely swings at the creature.
Melee (mwk cold iron heavy mace), w/rage & underwater penalty: 1d20 + 8 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 8 + 2 - 2 = 9
Damage (B): 1d8 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 2 = 7

Something is coming near me...

"I saw nothing," John mutters in response. "If you think you are in danger, then I suggest you head for dry ground. I'll head for the other set of steps and see if I can't lure it toward me--or at least get another look."

John makes a swim for the steps.
Swim, untrained, ACP: 1d20 + 4 - 1 ⇒ (6) + 4 - 1 = 9

Trying to push off from one of the mucky surfaces, John slips and makes no progress. He tries again.
Swim, untrained, ACP: 1d20 + 4 - 1 ⇒ (14) + 4 - 1 = 17

Move action = 1/4 speed to Swim

I will be traveling through the weekend. Likely won't post until sometime Monday. Feel free to bot me as necessary.

John gives the murky water a sniff. If it doesn't smell too foul, he plunges into the water.
Swim, untrained, ACP: 1d20 + 4 - 1 ⇒ (13) + 4 - 1 = 16

if you can't get the lock, I'm sure someone can crack it open...

John's tusks grow prominent as the half-orc widens his grin and palms the head of his mace.

John happily claims the second and tries to aid his fellow half-orc.
Aid to Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

John swings his mace at the mite!
Melee (mwk cold iron heavy mace) v TickLick: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
Damage (B): 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

John follows the sounds of battle, taking up a position with his mace at the ready.
Double move

"I am no holy man or diviner, but something does not seem right to me." John grunts aloud. "We did not come here expecting to find something good. And I doubt, if such were here, that we would encounter it so easily."

He picks up the instrument looted earlier and allutdes to the timing of Azalmak's unusual behavior. "Could this 'voice' be tied to this?"

"I'm relieved to hear that. I was beginning to fear maybe some enchantment had taken hold of you."

"My fears of such have yet to be abated," John mumbles to himself as he struggles to hear any other voices present.

Being a Pathfinder, John goes to collect the lute!

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Jack narrows his eyes and gazes at the door, pointing to particular areas that thinks may be suspect. "I don't like those hinges."
Perception to Aid: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

"Portraits of the dead, it would seem." mutters John as he notes the chins. "Given the greetings we met outside these walls, I would have thought this place more dangerous upon entering."

Let's check the side door from the garden. I'll check for traps, and will try to jam the lock open if I don't find one.

John steps closer to Evelyn, mace at the ready and keeping an eye out in the event her efforts at the door arouse any trouble.

Struggling to ignore the itch and choke back a cough from the sickening scent, John moves forward with mace in hand, pushing away the branches and shrubs before him.

He readies his mace, preparing to strike when he spies something taking a hostile action toward him.

"We worry about the journal later. Are we ready to move into the house now?"

"I have little use for ancient scratches and markings." John replies. "But, before we head into the house, we should make sure that nothing follows us from behind."

"Cracking" John grips his mace. "Let's finish our sweep of the outside, before we dig into the residence."

"Come. This way," he says, striding toward the entrance.

Location updated on Map

"As long as the deceased stay deceased, I'm fine with it." Azalmak moves into the mausoleum with John. "Give me a hand with one of these lids, John."

"Certainly," replies John, taking up the position at one end of a lid. "Though, I am wondering just what it is that you expect to find?"

Hearing the slashing of the wings, John comes running through the bushes. He is relieved to see that it was simply a trap and that his ally is not too badly injured. Gripping his mace, he offers to lead the way into the mausoleum, stepping inside.

Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

"Is the plan to search all of the outbuildings before we go to the manor? If so then we should continue with that small structure due east in the corner of the property. And scout the area perhaps? We'd do well to avoid more surprises."

"Seems as good a plan as any!" chimes John. "Are you volunteering to scout?"

John looks at his mace, realizing that he never had a chance to use it on the bugs. He shrugs and then takes up a postion of some cover while the others scout the outbuilding.

John looks at the offered flask, looks at his mace, then looks back at the flask. Finally, he looks up at Gaius. "You may wish to ask someone else to throw it, My Friend."

He waves the mace. "Once they do, though, I will be ready!"

"If the creatures or their young are already tainted by demon bile, then they should be dealt with sooner, rather than later." John speaks grimly. "Cold iron kills, but does not cure. And we know of no cure that exists. We would not want these young to hatch and escape while we are elsewhere in the estate."

"That which should be done, is best done quickly." The half-orc raises his mace.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

Upon hearing the sounds, John grips his mace and strides forward.

Jack insists he is just fine as he cleans the head of his mace.
But won't turn down any healing offered.

He tightens his grip on the cold iron weapon and again makes his way to the stable door, this time following his fellow half-orc.

John trudges through the bushes to deliver a final blow to the last mite.
Move
Melee (mwk cold iron heavy mace) v green: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22
Damage (B): 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

John whirls around at the sounds of battle, then rushes with mace in hand at the nearest mite.

Melee (mwk cold iron heavy mace) v yellow: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
Damage (B): 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

John draws his cold iron mace and touches it to the demon bile.

"Be careful," he tells the others as he boldly strides toward the stable door.

"Do you know anything more of the manor you intended to loot?" asks John. "Or did you plan simply to venture in blindly like a fool?"

"You would have us believe you are a poor rancher." John snarls at Olaus. "But, I believe you are an even poorer liar. Speak the truth or more than a calf will be let loose!'

Intimidate: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
Intimidate reroll w/2 stars: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 7 + 2 = 29

Though shaken, John is also stirred to put an end to the last mite.
5 ft step
Melee (mwk cold iron heavy mace) w/ shaken v yellow: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (20) + 8 - 2 = 26
Damage (B): 1d8 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 4 - 2 = 9
Confirm?: 1d20 + 8 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 8 - 2 = 16
Add Damage (B): 1d8 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 4 - 2 = 3

Will: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

John turns to snap at the mite, but finds he is dreading it.

Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

John turns and snaps his teeth at the hungry centipede. "Fear not! You wil be next, My Many-Legged Friend!"

John lets loose a howl and rushes toward the closest mite, drawing his cold iron mace as he does so.
Charge as full round (-2 to AC)
Melee (mwk cold iron heavy mace) w/ charge v red: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
Damage (B): 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

John is clearly not comfortable within the library. His nostrils seem filled with the scents of stale pulp, aging glue, and hints of mildew.

Nevertheless, he does his best to help.

He finds himself first drawn to the hangings.
Knowledge (Local), untrained with bonus: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Unable to make much sense of things, he quickly seeks out another topic, turning towards the missing person.
Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Growing frustrated, he decides that people and events must be experienced rather than read about. Land, however, he understands. Thus, John decides to focus on the Sarini estate.
Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

However, the only knowledge he obtains is a reminder as to why he does not frequent libraries in the first place.

"Yes, in the morn." John agrees with Cara. "If the old estate has managed to keep its secrets this long, I doubt they would go lost over a single, hopefully restful, night."

“I know little of the gods. It just seems there is something evil underlying all that is happening.”

As she is talking, Nixa starts equipping her armor. Evelyn had already unlocked the chest it was in.

"If there is some underlying evil, then we had best get to the bottom of it." John nods. As Nixa dons her armor, the half-orc inquires, "Will you be joining us? As we head towards the bottom, that is?"

John will continue. He has no Day Job.

Will: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

John pursues Mezodarath.
Move 10 ft.
Climb check (if needed to enter space on map): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

He then tries to knock the enemy out.
Melee (mwk cold iron heavy mace) w/NL: 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (8) + 7 - 4 = 11
Damage (B;NL): 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Will: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

"Pain? Too bad for you, I've already lived through plenty.". John replies through gritted teeth as he approaches the nearest goblin.

5 ft. step

He then tries to whollop his foe!
Melee (mwk cold iron heavy mace): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
Damage (B): 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

John approaches the nearest goblin with mace in hand.
5 ft. step

He then tries to whollop his foe!
Melee (mwk cold iron heavy mace): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
Damage (B): 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

With mace in hand, John approaches the nearest goblin.
Move
Path indicated on Map; I don't believe it provokes unless blue or yellow have reach

John uses his cold iron mace to deal with as much of the demon bile as he can.

Upon hearing the goblins cheer, John shakes his head and mutters quietly, "This cannot be good."

Eager to put down the threat, he pushes open the door and enters the room.

John turns to get "cracking" on the last demon-bile infested goblins (purple).
Melee (mwk heavy cold iron mace) w/rage: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12
Damage (B): 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

"Cracking" John next gets "cracking" by taking his fury out on the tainted dog (yellow).
5 ft. step
Melee (mwk heavy cold iron mace) w/rage: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21
Damage (B): 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

"Should have seen this coming," seethes John as he grows angry. Whether his anger is directed at the sudden ambushers or at himself for failing to prepare for it is unclear.
Raging as free action

The half-orc swings at the goblin behind him (green).
Melee (mwk heavy cold iron mace) w/rage: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (12) + 9 = 21
Damage (B): 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

He then seeks a more advantageous position.
5 ft. step

With his mace in hand, John walks confidently toward one of the campfires, all the while keeping an eye out for source of the noise.
Perception to Search: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

John helps with the bar and/or door.

Evelyn swifty climbs the fence, and grabs Azalmak to help him pass over it.

Quick, we need to open that fence. If there's an heavy bar, remove it. If there's a kind of lock, leave it to me.

John swiftly follows.

John, I don’t know how you got to where your avatar is. I assumed you were going up the stairs which would be towards the front gates.

If you went up the stairs, you should be near the front gate.
You would have had to climb the cliff and over the wall to get where you are.

Sorry, I misunderstood which direction the steps were ascending. Position readjusted. Double move gets John to the front gate, which is presumably closed.

Reflex: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

John groans as he quickly wipes his face with his free hand, then contineus up the steps.
Double move
30 foot movement, presumably steps are difficult terrain, so John still has 10 feet left to move. He will move toward nearest foe.

"Now we know they're here too!" shouts John as he tries to quicken his pace to make it to the top as soon as possible.

"And that they're UGLY! There's a scarred one, up and to my left!"