Taranis returns to the Huntsmen. "Gentlemen, Gozrek's fight is not yet over. We need him, and he deserves another go around. John has agreed to help as he can. The Fletcher family has suffered enough. Just as a tiger licks its wounds, so must we. We pushed too hard and too fast. Let's turn our attention inward."
Slaying Armag would seal the deal.
"Yes. My only regret...." Davosh leans in for a falsetto whisper, "...is that Liska will never grow to dragon size! Imagine!" It is in this moment that Davosh discovers that his speed is not governed by wind resistance, but by the nature of the spell. He, therefore, flies upright with his arms akimbo.
The team tightens the noose. Kaz's parting blow leaves an easy target as Aldo ends the assassin!
Kaz's doshko looks off target, but he gets lucky at the last moment when the shobhad zigs instead of zagging! Blood pours out of the new holes in the armor! Round 2:
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DM: Red: 8 DMG to the boat: 20
"This is ridiculous. Men lie. Bring me a cleric. Surely there is one here who is among Rao's faithful. Have them look into my eyes and let the tuth be known. Then turn to Solmor and see how that goes."
If he can use Inspiration:
Venn considers the folly of not escaping when he could have...
"Hey while you lot are contorting yourselves to solve this, the star witness is fleeing. Maybe try catching her instead of us."
Spitting blood, Venn grits his teeth. "I'm trying!"
Okay, catching up. Davosh does some wheeling, dealing, and acts generally strangely:
Furious at it all, but thankful that it's violence, and not a courtroom, Venn dashes forward with a Zephyr Strike "You sleep in hell tonight you bastard!" for
Peldur starts a bit off, but his attacks pick up steam as he connects twice with the door. Suddenly, all that board breaking makes a lot more sense. His follow up hit shatters it! MAH WIFE!" the weapon rack groans.
But in the end it doesn't matter, weak as it was, Elena's spell ended the second mimic.
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Despite his reluctantly discovered fondness for Belwick, the quip comes without hint or preview, "Why speak when aristocrats will gladly do it for me?"
"Jarilne? Is she.... cauldron shaped? No matter. Bring me to her so that I may turn Edward from stone to flesh!"
Now 4 against 1, there's nothing the xun can do but die a warrior's death.
Hafrigek Xun are known for being extremely well-equipped, and these three prove no exception. One of them wears a d-suit I armor (the other two wear graphite carbon skin), and each has a credstick holding an advance payment of 1,300 credits for dealing with the FireStorm’s crew. One of the Xun also has a full punch card for a local augmentation shop that offers the bearer 25% off the next augmentation installed
"MEDIC!"
Chip is confident that the odds favor the FireStorm, but it won't be easy. It's a moot point though, because Angel works some technological tomfoolery to EXCELLENT effect. After a solid scan, the hobgoblin officer replies, "Very well. You're clear."
Davosh stares in disbelief at Kappi. Not since the barbarian Reagh-reagh haveI seen such abandon!. He concentrates on the lad and extends his Big Eye vision to him in order to close some of those wounds.
"Umm.... but if someone's listening, they would know that you know. That means there's no way for you to know if there's a they to know. So, I'm not going to stay the word in case you decide to know a thing you couldn't know. You know?"
The party retreats to Otari for the night. The trek back has become routine. It seems like so long ago that the ruins above ground were rife with mitflits, but it was only a month and a half ago. Common enough that at the end of the day, children run to the edge of town. They great you with cheers, with questions, and with swords made of sticks and impressions born of youthful imagination.
not this time, but there will be different skills at different times!
Dendillion delivers a famous joke by Tasha, and . "Hehe. Funny, but shut up." With pretenses erased, the thug stands up, grabbing the club he had with him and tries to bash Chark's head in:
"Now THAT'S funny boss." ROUND 1:
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DM:
The party clears out who they can and beats a hasty retreat from the planet. In time you drop everyone off whereever they ask. The last two are are Lindol and Agavana. Lindol makes good, "If I had more, I'd give you more, but here you go. Thank you. If ever I can help you out, contact me." When it's just you and Agavana, she changes from shocked to triumphant.
Kaz gets the man's attention, but Angel gets him moving.
"Life coach? Is that.... Is that an actual JOB?" The crew laughs. Ohmarc's delivery though keeps them from laughing TOO hard though. "At least you're a medic, that's helpful."
Nemelith and Jinx look at each other. Jinx moves to help escort Dizzy. "Let's GO!" Everyone jumps in the elevator.
Corran:
Your agents come back with something subtle. There's a newcomer in Yanmass, and Earl by the name of Merkondus. He's got a shadow group of arrogant bravos who are ostensibly there investigating things too, but there's something fishy. They wander the city most mornings doing a piss poor job of investigating, but spend the afternoons and evenings drinking in their favorite tavern, the Whistling Wyvern. They're clearly skilled enough to be doing more.
Aurelia and Corran get in some good licks. Aurelia also identifies some of the booty:
Downtime Remaining
"Worry not! I'll merely cripple a few. There are plenty!"
"Not bad. Not bad everyone, but that was just an appetizer." Jimdigriz looks around, trying to get a leg up on round 2.
Kenton: Suddenly you have a vision! You're guarding a duke. You stand on the parapet looking down. Suddenly you see a man burst through the crowd. He rips a crossbow away from one of the guards. He kicks the man down and takes aim at the duke. There's no time. You can't get there. there's nothing between a quarrel and chaos. With a single breath you relax and take aim. The man shoots! You squeeze the trigger. your own bolt hurtles forward, striking the would-be-assassin's bolt and knocking it out of the air! Dignity's Barb grows stronger.
It may be the longest trip back to home you've ever had, but it's fast enough. You return to the Lorespire Complex before news of Aucturn’s destruction has reached the Pact Worlds writ large. The Grindhold citizens you evacuated depart wordlessly onto Absalom Station in obvious shock. News of your adventure tests Ixthia’s moniker, as the copaxi is visibly rattled by the tale. They ask you to await a formal statement before sharing your experience with others, making mental health services within the Complex readily available for you. Whisperer of Souls manifests during your debriefing, seeking to remain close to those it sees as omens from its divine friend. Ixthia is awestruck by the legendary artifact’s appearance, respectfully taking the weapon for cataloging and assignment. the official report includes your rescue attempts as well as your heroic actions. Your reputation in the Society grows.
Death, taxes, and Carrufikus healing Peldur after a beating. Noroc levels a line of spiritual energy at both foes:
ROUND 2
Spoiler:
Xavien's song fills the palace as he rushes forwar dand ends the man that Kenton stabbed! ROUND 1:
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DM: Bartleby: (2 Round Prep) Guard: 8
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DM: Jasmaile: Kreel (Red): (Slow , S-3 Will, Perception through Round 10) Pidkin (Blue):
Santos:
The wave passes over you, but you easily keep it together. What's more you immediately catch a bead on some incoming.... things. At first you see two or three, then ten, then a dozen, then many dozens... then hundreds. You're utterly surrounded by horrific aliens. This is obviously going to be a slaughter, and you will not be the victors...
I've been GMing Pathfinder since Season 0, and d20 RPGs since the late 1980s. When running organized play I always strive to "run as written", and I think it's important to do so... ....BUT I've been running this game long enough to know that what matters the most is how long after the game players tell the stories. In slot 1 of Season 0 of Pathfinder at GenCon I did something WAY off book. The GM loved it enough that he left the table to check with Josh Frost, and awarded me a second prestige point for a good role-play of the Andoran faction and altered some stuff within the scenario. I STILL tell that story more than a decade later. I'm also a school administrator during the day, and an experienced classroom teacher. Knowing the "why" behind the rules is how you know when to break them. I literally tell teachers this professionally. I think the proposed language captures this well. I had this same thought when I did the GM rubric for 5 novas. I whole heartedly support this.
Venn moves in to eavesdrop more on the gossip
I could send my drone with them--both to keep us informed of their progress, and to provide additional firepower for them if they get into trouble...
"Baghotir, I see the look in your eyes. It's the look of hope for peace. I too hope for peace, but what I don't see is the tempering of reality in your gaze. First come smiles, then lies. Finally comes the blade and bow. Be ready."
In what feels like a moment of deja vu, Gunnz shoots one dead just as Ishkitik takes aim. The shirren and her drone take a bite out of the remaining one though! ROUND 3:
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DM: Black: 49
"Ah! My boy, Edward is one of two things, and I'm not sure which is true. Either it is as if he is in a dreamless sleep where there is nothing to miss because there is no experience.... OR he is fully conscious with a mind frozen in time that is screaming with the constancy of the stone he has become." Davosh then shrugs nonchalantly and nibbles on a piece of jerky that he finds in a pocket.
Venn stops the party. The unnatural chair and general pall gives him a Bad Feeling. "Give me a moment." He starts speaking words that even he doesn't understand. It's coupled with hand gestures of Old Magick. He closes his eyes and raises his chin as if looking over a field of tall grass for something hidden afar....
Venn rolls his eyes at the thought of being famous. "Let's just get close, and take stock before we commit. We're burning daylight."
The commisary is honestly somewhat boring. Today they're serving "Dunklezahn's curried cucumbers" and "fried groznip wings." Again, the people seem happy as can be.
[oooc]Back! The Gathering was amazing. The only one missing was Kaz. Also, I did toast to Jack early in the weekend.[/ooc] The party talks over their plan before opting to simply go in and talk. Everyone knows it's going to take crackerjack timing and total concentration... "Sure bub. Visitors can reserve automated shuttles daily to transport visitors to the prison, the trip taking about an hour from the nearby port city of Doba. However, weapons aren’t permitted on a shuttle. you'll need to leave them behind."
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