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"Lucious" Lucius Vizinni wrote:
Master of Spells Aram Zey wrote:
A week to go, and I approve this convention.
Ah, really? Now no one is gonna want to come.

I keep trying to send you places where you cannot come back from, yet here you are. What is a (former) Master of Spells to do?

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A week to go, and I approve this convention.

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Wei Ji the Learner wrote:

The League of Extra-ordinary Not-So-Gentle-Beings?

That is not a *slam*, by any means. The amount of dedication and focus the Crew brings to things is intense!

Sounds about right...

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Jack Brown wrote:

@Lyrralt, then do what I do.

Volunteer for your level of comfort, and use the other slots to play!

This will be my 5th year spending the weekend in the Sagamore... and I don't feel like I've missed a thing!

Yes, but the Minnesota Crew is a little... extraordinary.


Shihoraj "The Professional" wrote:


True strike ignores that
http://paizo.com/pathfinderRPG/prd/spells/trueStrike.html

But if the others want to surrender I will do so.

Correct! However, you still wouldn't be able to sneak attack, since he still has total concealment. At least that's how I read it.

If you are surrendering, please state that in character somehow... typically that would include dropping your weapons, declaring you surrender, etc.


"It looks like one of you has sense after all!" says the invisible Zey after Rataji runs over to 322. "Even if it took my stripping his intellect to make it happen. Perhaps the rest of you will show such intelligence."


322 casts her dispel, taking down Aram Zey's mirror images. Aram Zey then flies away, provoking attacks from both Gazwyr and Joliryn. Gazwyr misses, but Joli's blade strikes true. It appears that the blade itself is deflected off of his very tough skin, but also there is a bright flash, when she strikes him, but she is not affected.

Gazwyr bite: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
Joli attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21 damage: 1d3 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7fire: 1d6 ⇒ 6 Joli will save: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

He then casts a spell. A sinuous line of fire is created, starting at the prone 322, then up to Joliryn, then on to Gazwyr, but not quite making it to Zurnzal.
Ref 322 w/ cover: 1d20 + 8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 8 + 4 = 18 Fail
Ref Jolyrin: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18 Fail
Ref Gazwyr: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21 Fail
fire damage: 11d6 ⇒ (4, 3, 4, 5, 1, 4, 2, 2, 2, 5, 4) = 36

Gazwyr falls to the ground, unconscious. falling: 1d6 ⇒ 1, and 322 stops moving.

Zey then casts another spell through the rod. dispel vs. glitterdust DC18: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (9) + 11 = 20 The glitter goes away, and he is invisible. Seemingly not caring that he can be located by his voice, he yells out, "So, what else do you all have? I told you little serpentlings to run, but did you heed my warning? You are worse than the Pathfinders that I keep sending out on missions! At least they sometimes listen, and properly prepare. Or run when needed. But you all? Running... or surrender, is always an option!"

Party is up.
Universal Conditions: Good lighting

The Library rd 3:


  • x Aram Zey [glittery]
  • => Shihoraj [fails to activate]
  • => Rataji [Feeblemided]
  • D Joliryn [Haste]
  • D 322 [Haste]
  • U Gazwyr [1/2 speed from glue]
  • => Zurnzal [running]

Conditions/status:
322: -23/59 [dead]
Joliryn: -20/59: Undetectable Alignment, Keen [dead]Edge, Shield, Fly
Gazwyr: -6/66: 1/2 speed from glue, dying, prone
Zurnzal: 24/65: Heroism
Shihoraj: 45/45
Rataji: 34/51: See Invisible, Shield, Invisible, feeblemind
Aram Zey:


"So, dragon, you can see me. That isn't surprising. Perhaps, however, this will be a little more... shocking!" The dragon sees the master of spells cast a spell, and a bolt of lightning arcs out to Gazwyr, then forks off to hit Joliryn, Zurnzal, and Rataji. The cascades over the four agents, the acrid smell of burnt flesh and ozone fills the room.
Reflex Gazwyr: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8 Fail
Reflex Joliryn: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12 Fail
Reflex Zurnzal: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18 Fail
Reflex Rataji: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25 Success, 1/2 damage
Lightning damage: 11d6 ⇒ (1, 3, 1, 1, 2, 6, 6, 6, 3, 4, 2) = 35 (17 half)

"And you, strange elf, you tried to kill me with your dark magics. I cannot let that go unpunished, of course."He then steps off of the balcony, flying out about ten feet. Through his rod, another magic spell is cast. Then, three more bolts of fire fly out at 322.
ranged touch: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10 Miss!
ranged touch: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13 fire: 4d6 ⇒ (4, 4, 5, 3) = 16
ranged touch: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18 fire: 4d6 ⇒ (6, 6, 1, 2) = 15


FYI IT Was scorching ray not burning hands.


Aram Zey moves slightly, stepping out of the glue glob. He says, looking at Rataji, "You must be the leader, the way you command these fools. You think yourself a powerful wizard, do you? Well, not any more!"
He casts a spell (feeblemind)
Rataji Will Save: 1d20 + 9 - 4 ⇒ (1) + 9 - 4 = 6

Suddenly, Rataji stops looking like his normal, regal self, and sort of slouches, and drools. INT and CHA are both 1

"And for you, missy, you can burn..."
Quicken cast Burning Hands at 322

ray attacks provoke
322 AOO: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22 dagger: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Gazwyr AOO: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21 bite: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

GM:

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15

Aram Zey spell vs touch: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10 miss
Aram Zey spell vs touch: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12 fire: 4d6 ⇒ (4, 2, 5, 2) = 13
Aram Zey spell vs touch: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23 fire: 4d6 ⇒ (2, 3, 1, 1) = 7

Party is up!
Universal Conditions: Good lighting

The Library rd 2:


  • x Aram Zey
  • => Shihoraj []
  • => Rataji [Haste, feebleminded]
  • => Joliryn [Haste]
  • => 322 [Haste]
  • => Gazwyr []
  • => Zurnzal []

Conditions/status:
322: 31/59
Joliryn: 51/59: Undetectable Alignment, Keen Edge, Shield, Fly
Gazwyr: 66/66
Zurnzal: 59/65
Shihoraj: 45/45
Rataji: 51/51: See Invisible, Shield, Invisible, feebleminded
Aram Zey:

Note: if you haven't spellcrafted the feeblemind, you cannot know what it is. Spellcraft DC20


"உங்கள், டிராகன் சிறையில் அடைப்பதற்கு? நாம் ஏன் அப்படி செய்ய வேண்டும்? எத்தகைய பொய்களை Aspis முகவர் நீங்கள் சொல்லி வந்திருக்கிறார்கள்? நீங்கள் புரிந்து கொள்ள வேண்டும், ஆனால் நீங்கள் உங்கள் வகையான ஒரு இளம் ஒன்று போன்ற உள்ளன."

draconic:
Imprison you, dragon? Why would we do such a thing? What lies have the Aspis agents been telling you? You should know better, but you are such a young one of your kind.

He has nimbly dodged your grapple attempt, but has not attempted to attack back. Of course, that might be because he is currently unarmed, save for a metal rod in his hand.


Rataji casts a spell, and Aram Zey just chuckles. "Hivyo, unafikiri wewe mwenyewe nguvu uchawi caster , je? Uwezo wa kuondoa uchawi wangu? Hiyo ilikuwa ni ndogo kuliko nini siwezi kufanya , nyoka kutu !"

Polyglot:
So, you think yourself a mighty spell caster, do you? Able to dispel my magic? That was just the least of what I can do, Aspis scum!

As the bag of goo explodes around Zey, he seems not to care, even though he appears coated by the goo. "You think your little alchemical toys can affect a wizard as powerful as I? You should go back to your little Aspis hidey hole, and rethink your career choices."

Then, as Joliryn flies right up to him, he still seems not to care. He does not even really looks her way.

Aram Zey just sighs...


Aram Zey looks back, and says, "What, are you all still here? Why do you bother me so?"
He then casts a spell, targeting all of you.
322 Will: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25
Gazwyr Will: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17 Fail
Joli Will: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9 Fail
Zurnzal Will: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16 Fail
Rataji Will: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28
Shihoraj Will: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14 Fail

Through their force of will, Rataji and 322 do not succumb the time altering spell that the Master of Spells has cast. The others, however, are slowed. (partial action only, -1 to hit, -1 AC, -1 Reflex, move 1/2 speed)

"Now, slowly back away and leave me the hell alone!"

Party is up!
Universal Conditions: Good lighting

The Library rd 1:


  • x Aram Zey
  • => Shihoraj [Slow]
  • => Rataji []
  • => Joliryn [Slow]
  • => 322 []
  • => Gazwyr [Slow]
  • => Zurnzal [slow]

Conditions/status:
322: 51/59
Joliryn: 51/59: Undetectable Alignment, Keen Edge, Shield, Fly
Gazwyr: 66/66
Zurnzal: 59/65
Shihoraj: 45/45
Rataji: 51/51: See Invisible, Shield, Invisible
Aram Zey:


[spoiler=Slow effect](partial action only, -1 to hit, -1 AC, -1 Reflex, move 1/2 speed)[/slow]


On the far side of the room, partial concealed by the pedestal and case, stands a Taldan man, casually looking at the bookshelves. At first, he barely seems to acknowledge you all, or that the door has been opened. "Well, it is about time," he snarls. "I don't know why you fools have even bothered. I've heard your babbling, and I honestly think that my first year students show more sense than you all put together, and if you've ever dealt with Pathfinders you know how pathetic that truly is. Just surrender now and spare me the effort of subduing you fools!"

He then turns back to the bookshelf, making an effort of obviously ignoring you.

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Just you All be quiet. If it wasn't for a Jack, I would have <redacted> many more times. I think he is my hero.


That's Master of Spells... Aram Zey is not the flayleaf using Master of Scrolls Kreighton Shaine! ;)

"You Pathfinders should really learn to listen! Did I now say we'll be giving you a cache of supplies? That includes paper and charcoal for the rubbings... everything you'll need to catalog the the temple.

"And if you know what's good for you, Arturo... and you like being as human as you are... don't... say... it..."


"Arturo, pay attention to the briefing! I realize that my classes were far beyond your capabilities, but this mission should be something that you can handle. An empty temple to explore, some rubbings to make. Yes, you just make sure to stay out of the way of your literate teammates when they are trying to fulfill the mission.

"What were your mission goals, again, Pathfinder Arturo?"

He turns back to Roudantaimi, shaking his head, and says, "The temple is likely uninhabited except by ancient guardians or traps, although I suppose some scavengers may have found their way into the structure.

Clean up your mess... there is a broom and dustpan in the closet over there. Try not to break anything else, Pathfinder Roundantaimi."

He looks at the assembled group, and asks, "Has anyone seen the 'Strong Brute'? He is late, though I expect that he'd only break whatever he finds, Master Farabellus thought that he would be of use on this mission."


"That is an interesting question, Jaender. It is good to know that at least one person wasn't sleeping through my classes. Unfortunately, we don't know the answer to that. I would expect that you would take the time to observe such phenomenon. Of course, I don't expect that someone who merely inherits his spell-casting ability due to a dalliance in his ancestor's past would be able to differentiate such variances in the magical aura nor ascertain their root cause.

"But, please, give it your best shot," he finishes, rolling his eyes.


Miro and Amaranti make their way down to Marzack Mallick. Mallick is working on the sails, presumably in order to secure the ship for the storm that Ulamon is predicting.

Miro wrote:
"Hey there, First Mate! Fine weather we're gonna have, huh? Listen, Amaranti and I have a few questions for you..."

"What do you want, Pathfinders? I am a busy man, as you can see."

Miro wrote:
"What were you doing when you discovered the Ambassador was murdered?"

"I was with Captain Veane... discussing crew discipline/

Miro wrote:
"Who has a key to that room?"

"The captain does. I can't believe that he'd pull something like this, but if he did, he deserves what is coming to him. I had one, given that it was my room, but I gave it to Sephriel"

Miro wrote:
"Was there anybody nearby?"

"Nearby? Near by where? You mean the cabin? I thought that Thanzeril was supposed to be there. Kind of surprised he left, but I guess the appeal of our little trollop was too much for him. Heh. Oh, and I guess she finally got herself some elf... she was hanging around the cabin trying to seduce Sephriel, but he spurned her every time."

Miro wrote:
"Notice anything peculiar about any of the crew around that point in time?"

"Well, lemme see. Killik was one of the first on the scene, yet he didn't use his clerical powers to heal or help him. He just confirmed he was dead, and returned to his rack.

"Thanzeril and the ambassador argued quite a bit, and often quite loudly. Must have been some disagreement about Mordant Spire politics or something."

Mallick scratches his beard a moment, as if in deep thought. "As I recall, Ulamon's first vessal was the Polished Barnacle, a ship that was sunk after her captain ignored the elves warnings and sailed too close to lost Alzlant. He was the only survivor, and has held a grudge against the elves ever since."

He motions to Anera. "Anera has always been pretty vocal about her hatred of elves. Something about how 'the pointy-eared bastards killed the love of my life!'" He winks and nods at Miro, as if this is his explanation.

He ponders a minute more, and then says, "Yup. That's about it. Can I get back to my work, now?"

I cannot believe that the avatar names of "NPC 1" and "NPC 2" are available!


"Aye, aye, Captain!" replies Marzlack, who turns to Miro.
"Slip, come with me, before your friends do anything to get themselves thrown off this ship with the assassins."
(in case you didn't know, "slip" is a Chelish raial insult towards halflings, who are usually slaves in Cheliax.)

Marzlack quickly goes down the stairs, and sees Lort making his way to the crew's cabin. "Lort! Belay that action! The Captain says you'll have time in the morning!"


As the Pathfinders try to stabilize as many of the elves as they can (two have already died), Cyrus tries to make his way to the stairs, only to be blocked by First Mate Marzack Mallick coming up the stairs.

"Captain! I was making a sweep of the ship, trying to see if there were any other invaders! There has been murder most foul! Someone has killed the Ambassador!!"


"And a Besmaran priest as our heal don't hurt, neither, Ulamon," the first mate says as he slaps the druid on the back.

He turns back to the Pathfinders. "So, you about done yet? We ain't got nothing more for you to look at, leastwise 'til Captain Veane vouchsafes for you all. It be his ship, so his word is law, and he ain't gave you no permission to be on his ship. Not yet, least. So, why don't you all head to the wharf, and drown yer sorrow in a glass of rotgut, or whatever you can afford.

"I hear the Bent Nail ain't to bad a place, if'n you were interested. Their food ain't none of that noo-voh kwee-sine. That's Galtan for fancified eats. What they got is brown, hot, and there be plenty of it. Should be just your kind of place."

A little crossing the streams, but we'll make up for it here. Was I typing that long?

GM Checks:
Marzack: Sense Motive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26
Ulamon: Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

Responding, finally, to the halfling's quip, Marzack says to him, "Best you stay away from our Anera. She's been a might to quick with her knife as of late. That's why she's stayin' on board t'night. Before you get any bright ideas, either, stay outta Shira Acidaxe's way. Our cook ain't never taken a likin' to anyone, and I can't believe you'd be the first." He pauses a moment, and then continues, "But if'n yer gonna take a try, I reckon there might be a few hear that'd be wantin' to place wagers!"


Marzack tries to keep a straight face, but the continual banter of Miro causes him to first show annoyance, and then mirth. "Well, little one, entertainment is somewhat lacking on board a ship, especially when you are sailing for weeks at a time. We on the Throaty Mermaid have at least one distraction... Azuretta. The captain has made her... available... as needed. All can... have there morale raised, if they need it.

"Maybe Anera would like some... entertainment by you, but... you seem a little small."

Marzack chuckles a little, as does Ulamon, the pilot, who overhears the conversation. This crew seems to run a little towards the crude side, but not that out of the ordinary for pirates and scoundrels.