Once all the thread tying is done, Robbin pipes up, Holy Special Delivery, P.F.s! We must hurry to get the letter to Captain Dreng's Granny on time. We've wasted much time here and nearly gotten ourselves detained in the process. Robbin can not seem to get out of this town fast enough.
Robbin changes opponents and attacks Cyan the Skulker and adds a bite attack at the end because he is frustrated at fighting ineffectively. He realizes that he is letting the stress of the situation get to him and needs to focus.
Hello all,.
I will be camping with my kids for the next four days.
Robbin will try to get Flank when possible, Will use his Rope dart if not close enough for kicks and punches,
At this point he is some-what hopeful this will turn out OK but realize the fight upstairs looks really bad for the group. They had better find some really damning evidence to get them out of this pickle.
Robbin will glide down to the main floor landing on the crates above the hole and having no way of healing himself will follow his mates down to the next battle.
Fly:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
Robbin attempts to strike the thug in front of him twice more but it appears the thug has already seen those two moves.
"Unarmed Strike:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13Damage:1d6 + 0 ⇒ (6) + 0 = 6 Unarmed Strike:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5Damage:1d6 + 0 ⇒ (4) + 0 = 4"
GM, Where is Green on the catwalk? Above you noted
GM Abraham wrote:
Then Green drops his shortbow, draws his shortsword, and advances.
I have put in two attack options depending upon Greeny's location using same attack rolls from above just different dmg dice. Attack rolls are in the frost box.
Seeing that Greeny has moved up to engage in hand to hand combat, Robbin will follow suit and throw a flurry of blows at the thug from higher ground.
Dmg dice for kicks instead of darts:1d6 ⇒ 31d6 ⇒ 2CRIT!:1d6 ⇒ 2
Guess it didn't really matter. If both hits successful damage is the same.
Robbin glides 25 ft 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17 landing on a crate pulling out his rope dart as he lands. He then swings the rope dart and lets it fly attack:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23 at Greeny hitting him in his arm P dmg:1d4 ⇒ 2 and quickly pulls the dart back to him.
Statistics:
Cost 1 gp Weight —
Damage 1d3 (small), 1d4 (medium); Critical x2;
Range 20 ft.; Type P;
Special blocking, distracting, monk
Category Ranged; Proficiency Exotic
Weapon Groups Monk; Thrown
Description
This deceptively complex weapon appears to be nothing more than a 12-foot rope attached to a 6-inchlong, conical metal spike. Similar to a meteor hammer, it can be whirled at great speeds, then aimed to strike and pierce opponents with great reach. Once it strikes, the wielder can quickly retrieve the weapon with a tug of the rope as a free action.
Robbin will walk in behind the group staying low and behind the others and then slip off to one side and be stealthy behind something medium to large. entryway stealth:1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29
Having been keeping quiet till now and with this being his first mission as a Pathfinder, this predicament is stressing Robbin out. It's obvious that he fears failing the Venture Captain. think Andie from Goonies freaking out when you read this "Holy paper and pen, PFs! SKWARCK! If we go to jail we'll never get this birthday card Robbin holds up the card to Venture Captain Dreng's granny in time. Skwarck. She'll blame Dreng for it being late because he chose poorly on the team to deliver it. Skwark. And we'll suffer all the more because of it. No more relaxing jobs for us. NOPE! SKWARCK! NO SIRI! We had made great time from Absalom and even had time to spare. SKWARCK! We should have left this business to the sheriff. NO! We should have avoided the carnival like Xeveos Mann hinted at. Skwardk Lucky him getting a call off to another mission. Robbin groans a mornfull skwarck shaking his head in his hands. And I was the one who thought solving a murder could be fun! Why'd Mr. Ponytail have to pretend to be me. Wheeler and Ninnic stand out just as much as me. . . . and the harrow card we found it misaligned. . .our help was not a benefit to Ms. Delesan . . . .
DM:
Not sure what to roll if anything. Robbin is loud enough for all to hear but not really trying to be diplomatic or anything. He's just Panic Venting. He's genuinely scared of failing the deliver y. He really wants to make a good impression on the Venture Captain.
OOC I'm hopping the kids may notice speech differences or that the sheriff will know where the carnival came from and that if we came from Absalom and the carnival came from somewhere else or anything that may help withing the tactile clues we've found.
These kids are far too young. The council would have to sell the business. My bet is ponytail man wants a business in the area to himself. With no competition he can set any price he wants and pay employees little gaining himself big profits.
Perhaps we should have solid proof before going to the sheriff. Greyson, do you think you could help us sneak off to Mr. Ponytails house? Hopefully we can find so evidence backing up our claim. OH and we didn't kill all his lackies, just the ones with no brains. One is should still be stuck to the stairs in the manor.
[/b] Burnt Meal worms! We haven't checked the rest of the house. But I likely shouldn't go back in. We need a meeting spot if we are to venture separately. Sheriff's office? Carnival entrance? Also we are looking for
GM Abraham wrote:
"Robbin" smiles evilly and his appearance begins to change, revealing a handsome older man with a ponytail, dressed in black.
How ever since they could change their appearance and voice who's to say that IS the real appearance of this being? Holy illusory sphinx feces! Who ARE we looking for?[/b]
So, I have updated the map to show who is inside and who is outside. We haven't heard from Cortland in a bit. Are we going to split the party? I'm okay with that if we do. It just means more work for GM Abraham.
Uh! Yeah! But maybe check the other rooms quickly for their parents first. But either way we should definitely bring them to the sheriff even if they will point the finger at me and thus by association. . . You. By the way it looks like that window is also how my copy got into the house. Perhaps it then opened the front door to let the others in.
DM:
perception:1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18Robbin looks more closely at the footprints near the base of the house. He is trying to determine if the set of prints going in are the same ones coming out and if there is only one set of prints or multiple people went in this way.
I think I should NOT be the one who goes looking for Mama and Papa. Not that I want to leave the safety of numbers but perhaps I should go out and look for our potentially escaped doppelganger.
How I think the room is set.:
I'm doing this based on the thinking that both children are huddled in the same bed. If they are not I would ask that the child(ren) by the open window move to the other bed with their sibling.
Robbin goes to the open window, climbs and perches on the sill and then glides:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26 to the ground. From there he will look:1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25around for a trail from our retreated foe.
Good, could you just sit there (Robbin points to the remnants of the goo from the tanglefoot bag) while we see to my doppelganger upstairs? Robbin gives just enough of a downward push on Cyan's Shoulder to direct the fellow before turning and fluttering up the stairs to where his team is working on gaining entry into a locked perhaps now not locked door.
Holy Framing Doppelganger, you won't get away with this!
Though Robbin was momentarily distracted by his double, the short sword flying by his body snaps him into action. Robbin jabs at Red's face followed by a left elbow to his temple.
Well,that didn't help much. Sorry Guys. Robbin scratches his chin. I'm beginning to think taking on this is task was a mistake. This convoluted mystery is taking us off our task for far too long. We need to get the birthday card to the Venture Captains Mom. . . er Grandma. . . I don't remember. Anyway, how much further to her house?
Hey, shiver, isn't that the drug the chameleon people, no that's not right, hmmm what is their ancestry again? . . . .Skulks. That's It! Remember the Skulks we found at the pawn shop. They were suffering from withdrawal of shiver.
I'll keep watching for posts. Take care of you Dad. Be with him. Record his stories, his history. You're doing fine by me with GMing. Thank you so much.
Robbin double moves to the side of the structure near the tree hoping to move quietly and stay out of sight as much as possible for the moment. stealth:1d20 + 9 ⇒ (8) + 9 = 17
Lets find the clowns. Do we have good descriptions of the three loitering clowns. Also let's not forget the shift skin people. Skulks I think they were called. According to the two we caught, there were two others. Perhaps they put on clothes to blend in with the crowd making it easier to steal the purses.
I suppose the loitering clowns could be skulks also. . . . and maybe the sphinx too. Hey! Did anyone watch the worms as they fell on the sphinx? Sorry I wasn't quick enough to properly invade her space.
Robbin pulls out his bag of worms and starts munching them. moving to get a better view around Cortland Robbin will trip over Ninnic's tail and his bag of fried worms goes flying at Jherizhana falling all about her. Rapid fire apologies, So Sorry, So sorry, such a bumbling fool, let me clean this up for you. . . . ensues as Robbin rushes forward and brushes the worms and crumbs of Jherizhana.
Robbin, admiring Jherizhana's wings, blurts out, What it is like to really fly? To be able to take off from the ground and fly when you want. I can glide of course but I need to start from a height. How I wish I could just jump up and fly. Robbin jumps and flaps his wing/arm appendages but doesn't stay aloft.
Robbin tries to assure Jherizhana that we are here to find the truth. As you can see, Jherizhana, Robbin pulls out a bag of fried earthworms and starts eating them. We are a mixed group of individuals. Some of us know full well the stares, the whispered words behind our backs, munch munch the children running away in fear, the name calling... munch munch crunch...simple be cause we don't look like Raynard or Cortland here. Robbin offers Jherizhana some of the worms and eats a few more It is possible someone is attempting to frame you just because you are different and there is no one like you here. Robbin offers some worms to the rest of the group, takes one more beakfull, and puts the bag away. No one else who fits the potentially fabricated clues, hoping we would miss the real clues. Robbin dusts worm dust from his feathered hands and face.
To the sheriff Robbin comments, That would be terrible. Let us let you take care of the fair sister, Sheriff. May her deity of choice bring rest to her sol her soul.
To the party he exclaims, Holy riddling murders, fellas. I think we need to ask some questions of the sphinx. Funny that, I thought they were the ones supposed to ask questions of adventures like us.
