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Let's just go with the village - clearly whoever set up the village had determined it was a good spot, we're clueless :)

"Village it is"

We snap the disc at the village - the Society can take it from here and make it pretty, we will just tip them off about the last group disappearing

Player Name: Nik
Character Name: Lance
Character Level: 11
PFS Number: 826-12
Faction: Sovereign Court
Slow/Normal: Normal
Day Job: 10gp

Day Job - Perform 1d20 + 1 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 1 + 11 = 15

I have played The Sealed Gate before - happy to re-run and burn a credit.
Lance was a bit frustrated in this one as the ratio of flying creatures was a touch too high - but hey I should have thought about that before coming to the Worldwound :p

When are you looking at starting?

Also - what scenarios do we have left in the rotation?

"There we have it, we've killed the extra demon too, no one could ever suggest there was any shirking of moral responsibilities"

***

Survival 1d20 ⇒ 15

"Water is drinkable"

***

"The village suits me - it was probably hit by demons, but then everything here at some point gets hit by demons. The caves seem small and already contested, and the river is just a water source. The village has water too, heat it up and make a bath"

Lance comes wheeling into view, tilting at the blue mammoth!

Attack 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (7) + 21 = 28
Damage 3d8 + 48 + 2d6 ⇒ (5, 6, 8) + 48 + (6, 4) = 77

Fort Lance 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (8) + 13 = 21
Fort Flash 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24

Lance can see that his charge lane is now congested, and there is nowhere to fit into the combat. He continues riding on to try again elsewhere.

Double Moved

Lance sighs, then pushes Flash into a light canter and starts flanking around - "For apparently fearless masters of destruction they sure spend a lot of time hiding like frightened children"

[b]"We've honoured our agreement with the Red Winter tribe so all golden there. I take it the scenario was just giving us choices for bragging rights (which was a bit of a thing in S4 & S5), so the boons will probably be the same no matter what you kill. Given the outcome will be the same regardless I'm happy to either play through crusing the demons, or we just handwave it away that the newly budding bromance headed off and killed the demons and we can move on to the next scenario :)[/ooc]

We have our proof sorted, we were only asked to kill one or the other to get the tribe across the line. We're talking about killing the other one as well just on principle. Otherwise it's scenario over I take it :)

"Destroy the bodies, take the items - we no doubt need to turn them over to the Society for them to liquidate and distribute the wealth. Warhorses, swords, fine drink, fine silks, and fine lovers wear a hole in ones coin pouch, and I have a Barony to look after as well - it's all taxes, taxes, taxes"

"We can find somewhere nice to rest up, then go slay this other Demon"

Lance checks again to see if the demon is ahead, or whether we need to return to the tribal village and press on from there.

Lance looks at Taarik with a long appraising stare "I know you are oath and duty bound to run around hunting and killing Demons, and if you're asking me to do it for you then that's one thing - you have proven to be a reliable fellow, strong of character, gregarious of personality, and forthright in all your dealings. If you are asking for my sword to help you slay a Demon then I shall"

"However know that I care little for convincing that stupid tribe of anything, I have been polite with them - but they did not have the ability, strength, or stomach to face any of these Demons so I have humoured that pack of unwashed hit-dwellers just as far as I am obliged to do - I tire of the charade and indulging their fantasies."

"I feel better now that the scourge to the animal kingdom has been stopped. We can drop the heads back to the Red Winter people and be done with this place - there is nothing pleasant here, I feel like we've been swimming in an open sewer since we arrived and frankly I find the Red Winter people a largely unlikeable group who forget their place"

"The crusaders who come here get absorbed in fighting demons, just one more, just one more, not realising that demons are like cockroaches - you can stomp them until the end of time - there's always going to be more - until someone closes the Worldwound. That is for the gods"

Lance is happy to go home where there are nice taverns and pretty people.

Mounted Combat to avoid the attack 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (7) + 12 = 19
Fort 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21
Reroll 1d20 + 10 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 10 + 5 = 24
Flash takes the damage but shakes off the poison.

Lance stabs away
Holy (Good)/Silver
Cav Challenge

Attack 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (8) + 20 = 28
Damage 1d8 + 17 + 11 + 2d6 ⇒ (1) + 17 + 11 + (5, 1) = 35

Attack 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22
Damage 1d8 + 17 + 11 + 2d6 ⇒ (7) + 17 + 11 + (5, 3) = 43

Attack 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
Damage 1d8 + 17 + 11 + 2d6 ⇒ (5) + 17 + 11 + (2, 2) = 37

Lance performs another wheeling charge on Flash - "The white one is MINE!"

Holy (Good)/Silver
Cav Challenge

Attack 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (7) + 21 = 28
Damage 3d8 + 99 + 2d6 ⇒ (2, 2, 5) + 99 + (3, 5) = 116

LOL a lot going on all of a sudden

+4 vs Charms/Compulsions
Flash - Will 1d20 + 7 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 7 + 4 = 22

The horse just neighs defiantly, having none of this business.

***

As the battlefield blisters burst, Flash and Lance try avoid the worst.

Lance 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
Flash 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20

***

Lance eyeballs the charging aurochs and just lowers his lance to meet the beast.

AOO vs Purple
Attack 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (13) + 15 = 28
Damage 1d8 + 17 + 2d6 ⇒ (8) + 17 + (3, 3) = 31

Is it still alive?

Lance remembers that the whole issue with these things is spreading disease amongst the animals - he administers an Anti-plague to Flash.

That's the full round action

"This smells like an ambush - stay in pairs"

Lance gives the whole party the Lookout feat - 8 rounds

Fort 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (19) + 13 = 32
Lance feels better by morning.

***

Now at what appears to be the destination, Lance looks around, concerned the enemies are not politely showing themselves and revealing their whereabouts - he is also equally concerned about these aurochs and their casual placement near the blisters...

Perception 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30

Lance looks about, particularly towards the aurochs.

We get a save in 24 hours, if we miss that then we need the resto. We could look for shlter until the next day and resolve it I suppose?

Lance flies back into action, taking aim at the mammoth!

Ride-by attack to avoid AoO
Mighty charge - free maneuver

Attacks mammoth!
Holy (Good), silver, -2 Levels
Attack 1d20 + 21 - 2 ⇒ (8) + 21 - 2 = 27
Damage 3d8 + 66 + 2d6 ⇒ (1, 3, 7) + 66 + (1, 3) = 81
+Trip 1d20 + 19 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 19 - 2 = 27 vs CMD

Lance curses the blue rider and attacks in a fit of pique.

Ride-by attack to avoid AoO
Mighty charge - free maneuver
Mounted blade - free attack on second target (mammoth)
Cav Challenge

Attacks rider
Holy (Good), silver, -2 Levels, challenge
Attack 1d20 + 21 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 21 + 3 - 2 = 41
Damage 3d8 + 66 + 33 + 2d6 ⇒ (3, 2, 2) + 66 + 33 + (2, 4) = 112
Crit?1d20 + 21 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 21 + 3 - 2 = 34
Add 1d8 + 22 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 22 + 11 = 39
Damage = 151 total
+Bullrush 1d20 + 19 - 2 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 19 - 2 + 3 = 22 vs CMD

Attacks mammoth
-5 to hit, not treated as a charge
Attack 1d20 + 17 - 5 - 2 ⇒ (5) + 17 - 5 - 2 = 15
Damage 1d8 + 16 + 2d6 ⇒ (1) + 16 + (2, 1) = 20

Lance kicks Flash into action, the horse conducts a text-book wheeling charge, moving at great speed!

Ride-by attack to avoid AoO
Mighty charge - free maneuver
Mounted blade - free attack on second target (mammoth)

Attacks rider
Holy (Good), silver
Attack 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (12) + 18 = 30
Damage 3d8 + 39 + 2d6 ⇒ (7, 5, 5) + 39 + (2, 2) = 60
+Bullrush 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (6) + 16 = 22 vs CMD

Attacks mammoth
-5 to hit, not treated as a charge
Attack 1d20 + 18 - 5 ⇒ (8) + 18 - 5 = 21
Damage 1d8 + 13 + 2d6 ⇒ (7) + 13 + (4, 5) = 29

"If you must have more of our assistance in finding our enemies than this, then you are not worthy to be our allies."

Lance raises a suspicious eyebrow "We will clear out these demons, let's just be clear though, a group that can handily achieve such feats is not a sensible one to double-cross, and further, might be worth considering the manner in which one addresses them" he rebuts, clearly starting to bristle at the insolent and high handed attitude of what is starting to appear to him as a bunch of big talking, low achieving cave dwellers.

"Come Taariik, we have some demons to vanquish - I would prefer killing these corruptors since they seem to be harming the animals, and on behalf of my mighty steed Flash, this mockery walking around on equine legs. It rankles that elven part of me badly. I do say it is a tough decision, my heart wants glory, but it also wants justice for our the kingdom of the animals"

Lance hears the offer, and likewise shares Izlins feeling "A sensible bargain, and one we are interested in striking. No doubt upon learning that we are strong allies you would be keen to ensure we are well situated in your lands in a way that we can be engaging in mutually beneficial dealings with your tribe - not spending our days fending off dangers and threats needlessly due to being sited in a poor location, so you would certainly be keen to help us identify a good and suitable piece of terrain to occupy"

"Where are these demons that need killing then and which way to the Worldwound? Perhaps you could provide us the use of one of your trackers too - this would help us get to where we need to get to without wandering into some sort of sacred area or cause you offence, and should the demons dissolve leaving scant 'proof', then the tribesman can bear witness to our deeds and satisfy you that the job is done"

39, you had an assist :p

"Esteemed Elders, we represent a benevolent group - The Pathfinder Society - that seeks to establish a small settlement within these territories. We encountered Dorok whilst surveying a small abandoned hamlet nearby as a potential site for a settlement. We understand that some of the areas we have been considering may fall within what may be considered your settled areas - so it is good we may now speak. We have formed warm relations with Tolguth, and wish that this extends to the red Winter tribe"

Lance side-eyes Taarik once more
We can stick to the usual pattern, Lance will warm them up (assist) and hand over to Taarik

"Surely everyone understands pictures"

Lance hops off Flash and picks up a small stick, and starts drawing in the dirt.

His posture is firm and erect, a man used to being in command.

He draws a stick figure.

He then points at each member of the party, counting "One, two, three.." and starts drawing a line for each party member under the stick figure.

He then points to the buildings "Shelter" and draws a roof over the stick figure.

He then puts another twenty-odd dashes next to the first dashes under the stick-figure "Pathfinders"

He then draws a big stick figure with horns and wings, before cutting a very deliberate cross through it "And we don't like Demons"

He draws another stick figure, then a crown above it. He points to the stick figure then at the Hallit then back to himself and makes a gesture of walking "Take me to your Chief"

He looks at the man expectantly.

Diplomacy 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (17) + 19 = 36

"Our man Taariik seems to be working his charms again, they don't seem like wine drinkers though - perhaps something less refined. This certainly isn't Kyonin"

"Leets see what Taariik learns from the spell and a bit of a chat"

Lance is a little more circumspect now, with the gruff nature of the locals and a person walking around with a bear claw.

can we get a sense motive to try work out their general demeanour and vibe, and get an understanding of whether they appear happier or less happy with our general overtures? I mean if they are breaking out some mead and goat meat that’s one thing, but old mate Hallit-pirate starts waving his bear-hook in an angry manner is another.

Lance smiles and raises his empty sword-hand in greeting "Sorry, I don't speak local - do you speak the common tongue?"

He points around at the buildings then to the speaker "Was this your village?"

”Guests? Not to be concerned. If they were undead they would have attacked by now, foul demons would have revealed themselves in some way and would lack the patience for subterfuge. Likely one of the local tribes we were warmed about”

”Let us continue about our business and not pose a threat, and if we pretend not to notice them it will also keep them ignorant of our true capabilities - we should remember to feign surprise when they eventually reveal themselves”

Know (Hist) 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Know (Eng) 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

Lance just looks on, clearly not that engaged with any of it - he lives in settlements, he doesn't plan them.

"Well that sounds like it might have some challenges, and you can't exactly expand a settlement if it is stuck in a cave - unless we are planning on it being run by dwarves"

"Let us head to the abandoned town - might find out why it was abandoned as well"

"What do you think Diazapane?"

"Looks like a cave to me, which might be suitable. It's dry at least. Anyone see any nearby water source or the like? Seems that anyone who came here would probably need to be self-sustaining"

Lance shrugs.

"Diazepane is the scholar and he has indicated he wishes to survey the caves first, so that is where we shall head"

Lance makes the most of the local hospitality, joining in with his mandolin and generally 'Bard-ing' it up. "Adventure can wait til morning" he offers cheerfully.

Taarik, you have the main roll still then - with two assists. Up to you what goods you pull out of the gift boxes :)

Ahh my roll was for the gather info - I thought we still had to do the MAIN roll and hence I was going to aid you as you have a base of 22 vs Lance 19, hence I was leaving the primary to you with lance assisting :P

All good!

Know (Nature) 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
Know (Planes) 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

"My uncle Lord Percy Blakros once described these creatures to me, said they were pachycephalosauruses - that's a word I stumbled over several times as I learned to pronounce it. Anyhow, those look a bit...wrong...mutated by fiends or the like"

***

Riding into town, Lance has gently plays his mandolin from horseback, resembling more of his 'elven dandy' side than his 'carnage beast of the battlefield' one, with a flirtatious grin for the ladies, and the odd subtle knowing wink to some of the fairer gentlemen.

Diplomacy (Gather) 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (7) + 19 = 26

He reveals what he knows above, spoilers 15/20/25

***

As he arrives at what passes as 'court' for the village, Bobbi once again makes an appearance "Lords and Lady - Baron Lance Sinclair, the wandering rose of Kyonin, esteemed steward of the Echo Wood"

Lance appears in highly fashionable but practical attire, sword at his hip, half-smile on his lip.

"Esteemed Elders, we represent a benevolent group - The Pathfinder Society - that seeks to establish a small settlement within these territories. We have been requested to meet with you to establish contact and begin building the bridge between your proud and capable people and our most friendly Society. We informed that you are hospitable hosts, proud warriors, peerless scouts, able hunters, and possess great wisdom - I see so far that this information is true"

"I bring a capable entourage with me, scholars, thinkers, warriors, however your knowledge of your region would far surpass our skills..."

Lance smiles once again, and side-eyes Taarik.

How do you want to do this? Lance is a total mouth but Taarrik is the smoother talker - happy to Aid

Lance looks across at the conversation for a moment and wonders if he needs to be involved just yet - this seems to be a group of hunters or the like, certainly not the Chief or someone of great importance, and certainly not his peers by rank and station. He decides to let Taariik do the talking as the ifrit seems quite capable and clearly has a good way with people.

Lance takes a dose of the Infernal Healing from Kal'ryon, a curious expression crossing his face as he experiences the sensation. "I'm not so fussy about where my healing comes from, but that always leaves me feeling like the morning after a tryst with a succubus - fulfilled but vaguely dirty and just a touch naughty" he jests.

"Thank you Iziln, I appreciated your the timing with the dagger as a distraction"

"Well fought everyone, a fine display of skill at arms!"

Lance recovers his arrows from the beasts hide.

Bobbi, his squire, seemingly appears from nowhere and gives Flash an apple and a quick brush before she disappears from view once more.

Flash takes off at full speed, as Lance lines up a blow as he passes!

Armour Spikes.
(Cold iron)
(PA/Cavs Charge/Spirted charge/Challenge)

Attack 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (12) + 16 = 28
Damage 2d6 + 42 ⇒ (2, 5) + 42 = 49
+Trip 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (14) + 16 = 30 vs CMD

Reflex saves:
Lance 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19
Flash 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17 + Evasion = no damage.

Lance manages to avoid the worst of it, but seems rather cross at the Vrock nonetheless. A look of steely determination crosses his face as he takes aim and utters something about "By my honour" or the like then starts firing arrows. There is a small smirk of appreciation as the dagger flies by "Thank you, a little to the left with the next one"

vs Red

Cav Challenge, magic, cold iron, silver
Attack 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (8) + 15 = 23
Damage 1d8 + 4 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 11 = 20

Attack 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24
Damage 1d8 + 4 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 4 + 11 = 19

Attack 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
Damage 1d8 + 4 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 4 + 11 = 23

Lance stows his lance and draws his bow.

Lance hopes the thing chewing on his friend will have its mouth full and not be able to bite him as he lines it up for a charge, wheeling away around

Ride by attack, Charge (Wheeling charge) Power Attack
Holy, Silver, Magic
Attack 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (6) + 21 = 27
Damage 3d8 + 48 ⇒ (8, 8, 2) + 48 = 66

+Mighty Charge (Trip)
Combat maneuver 1d20 + 16 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 16 + 4 = 24 vs CMD or target Prone.

Lance comes thundering in on Flash towards the yellow feathered foe.

"Away from my companion, dolt!"

Cav challenge. Charge (Wheeling charge) Power Attack
Holy, Silver, Magic
Attack 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (7) + 21 = 28
Damage 3d8 + 81 + 2d6 ⇒ (7, 1, 5) + 81 + (4, 5) = 103

+Mighty Charge (Trip)
Combat maneuver 1d20 + 16 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 16 + 4 = 38 vs CMD or target Prone.

Lance raises an eye in appreciation at Diazapene's briefing, "A scholar, that will serve us well" and regards Taariik with an appraising-yet-welcoming expression "Yes, diplomacy. Shelyn has blessed me most generously - I have quite the gift for forming lasting relationships and alliances"

Lance turns back to his squire "Bobbi, we're off to the hot and cold, see the quartermaster about a Wand of Endure Elements, you wont require coin, my reputation alone commands it" he then turns back to the map.

"We teleport in, identify a base camp for you, negotiate with any local tribes, and smooth the way with your offered gifts. I don't need to speak Hallit - if we are negotiating with anyone of any influence they will either speak the common tongue or have the status and means to have a translator or trader at their disposal. If they are beneath that threshold then they aren't the regional decision maker."

"If the place is that uncivilized then perhaps we can communicate by songs and art - universal languages, or by the sword if they choose instead - and that is also a universally understood form of communication"

Lance waves his hands towards the map as though the mission is practically complete already and smiles in confidence "Time for me to find myself a frozen princess...or prince. I will be ready to leave in a few hours, Flash will need feeding and grooming, and there is armour to be polished up, Bobbi will have her hands full"

Can we gather information? Knowledges?

A young elven woman with a practical cropped haircut sticks her head in the room for a moment then steps back out into the hall and gives a hushed "pssst!"

She then steps back in, revealing a squires garb in the latest Taldan fashion "Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye"

“All rise and due reverence to Baron Lance Sinclair, the wandering rose of Kyonin, esteemed steward of the Echo Wood"

A handsome half-elven minstrel saunters in, and hands his mandolin to the squire "Thank you Bobbi, I won't be needing this for the next while" he wanders over to the main table, almost ignoring all present as he studies the map and markers carefully. His clothing is all beautifully cut and tailored and the colours highlight his warm coffee skin tone and amber eyes that are reminiscent of a cat as they glint with a promise of mischief and danger. A well made sword hangs at his side, and the belt buckle is the symbol of Shelyn. He looks every part the sort of trouble-making dandy upon the cover of every lady (and some gentlemens) 'scandal book' bodice-ripping romance novel.

He strokes his handsome jaw with his well-manicured fingers in deep thought.

"Aram, Marcos" he begins his deliberations "This is quite an interesting challenge. I look forward to it"

"What is the method of travel?"

"The local tribes, do you know of their motives, interests, and cultural frictions? What about enemies? What is their disposition to the Society?"

"What of this location we are looking for? Are you sending us a surveyor to examine sites or are we to form local contacts and seek their guidance?"

He turns to the rest of the party with a questioning look "Perhaps one in my entourage has such skills? A translator?"

Feeling slightly miffed at being denied glorious charges into certain peril, Lance consoles himself that a victory is a victory.

"It seems the day is ours regardless my friends. Should you ever find yourselves in the River Kingdoms, please feel free to stay at my holdings there"

I assume Lance made the Grapple but failed the Will save :p

Will 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
Lance is not having the best day.

Lance tries throwing off the tentacles.
CMB 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27

Flash and Lance then back up a stride.