"Wait, while we still can? Is that a threat?!?" Nitre is incredulous at the way this has turned out, but she's never been good at reading people, so quickly gets on board. She looks to the other Pathfinders and gulps before voicing her question. "Is it even safe for us to leave them behind to tell this tale?"
"We've no beef with you, ladies. At least, I think we don't. That woman and her thugs ambushed us, and wanted to arrest us without even stating what crime we'd done! We only defended ourselves."
Nitre tries to calm the women, but knows she'll need her allies help with such a delicate task.
Diplomacy, aid another:1d20 - 3 ⇒ (9) - 3 = 6
"Do we... ahhh... do we have anything out-standing on our bill?"
"Nobody left anything in their room, right? I say let's go back through the stables and just skee-dadle! Hopefully there's no 'welcoming party' there to meet us and we can just get home!"
Nitre cringes when she hears the loud creaking. She quickly dashes to the end of the hall to keep a lookout. "Let's hurry up and check the other cells! That was bound to bring someone to check on things!"
She puts her head to the door and listens; if she doesn't hear anything, she'll try to open the door just a crack so she can see if someone approaches.
"Same here." Eurkar said, looking to Nitre and then at the horse.
A 1 is a 1, no matter the the bonus to the save :(
Sorry if my post was confusing. I meant to communicate that once any single Pathfinder has walked through the illusory horse, it dispels the illusion for all of us. That should count as "proof that an illusion isn't real," thus negating the need to save.
"Maybe I'll just wait up here..." Nitre says, nervously, not wanting to test the horse that still seems real, but when the other Pathfinders start literally walking through the illusory creature, she can't help but understand now.
Illusion wrote:
Saving Throws and Illusions (Disbelief ): Creatures encountering an illusion usually do not receive saving throws to recognize it as illusory until they study it carefully or interact with it in some fashion.
A successful saving throw against an illusion reveals it to be false, but a figment or phantasm remains as a translucent outline.
A failed saving throw indicates that a character fails to notice something is amiss. A character faced with proof that an illusion isn’t real needs no saving throw. If any viewer successfully disbelieves an illusion and communicates this fact to others, each such viewer gains a saving throw with a +4 bonus.
"If you're so sure..." Nitre gives Jaek a look that leaves no doubt that she's not sure about this at all. Still, she approaches the stall and tries to calm the animal before Jaek enters the stall, even though her own lack of confidence presents little chance the horse will trust her.
"Leon, you take the room with Jaek and Corbrae. Merida, Eurkar, and I can take the other room. I'll take watch after Leon; Merida, you can follow me. That'll leave the spellcasters to get their sleep before Jaek takes the final watch."
Not sure I'll sleep much anyway, knowing they can open our doors no matter what.
"You know me, Captain Jaek, any of these is a luxury compared to my hammock belowdecks! I'll take one of these simple rooms, unless--that is--you want someone to keep watch in your room with you. Whatever you say!" Nitre seems to really be relishing playing a role here.
"Cast off! Cast off!" Nitre calls to... anyone. She drops her bow and rushes to the port side of the ship, drawing her falchion to cut through the first rope she can find. "Somebody kick down that gangplank when the dog's clear!"
Actions:
Free: drop longbow Move: 15' drawing falchion Standard: attack rope
Nitre moves up to the bow, raising her bow as darts past barrels and rigging. "If you don't have a bow, best start loosing the ropes! We need to beat a hasty exit now!" She fires at the one guard she sees to starboard. Oh no; this isn't good! Am I going to have a record now? I hope the Society doesn't expel me!
Nitre steps to the side nervously. Oh, we're going to get in trouble now! Are they going to impound the ship? I hope we don't have to fight the guards!
A strong female dwarf makes her way around the room gingerly, clearly out of her element, but interested and eager to try all of the exotic foods that's she's never seen before. Her gear belies the insecure impression she gives off strongly; she wears well made--even stylish--armor and carries an exceptionally-crafted longbow over her shoulder.
Nibbling away at all the fancy treats, her ears perk up at mention of the Skycitadel and dwarven emissaries. She glances around the room, nervously. Is that why I'm here? I barely know anyone from a Skycitadel anymore; I can't represent the dwarves all by myself!
She stiffens up, and looks as if she's preparing to shoulder the weight of the world.
When two other dwarves are introduced as the real emissaries, her sigh is all too audible; she looks around sheepishly as people turn to make eye contact, shrugging her shoulders awkwardly.
She offers no questions, but when the briefing is done, she immediately gravitates to Merida, introducing herself. "I'm Nitre, and I love your bow!" She hands her own, a masterwork +4 Str composite, over, and gives Merida's a couple test pulls. "Do you like it? I just got it!"
No history or religion here, either. She does revere Pharasma, but carries no religious symbols.
FYI, I'm leaving this afternoon for a camping trip that extends into the Labor Day holiday. I won't be returning home until late Monday evening; I likely won't be able to start posting until Tuesday morning.
"Wow, so many secret doors in this place!" Nitre observes. "I bet if we looked hard enough, we never would have had to use the chime at all!"
Nitre doesn't need any healing, and I'm okay with calling it. It looks like these alcoves are all of the "roll on random encounter chart" variety. I know I was the one that encouraged us to explore every nook, but we might as well finish up.
Nitre lets her falchion clatter to the floor, then rushes in to grab Tusk and move him out of the hallway.
Actions:
Free: drop falchion Move: 10' Standard: drag Tusk
Combat maneuver (drag) vs. Tusk FF CMD 14:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24 Exceeds CMD by 10, so she drags him 15'; she has enough movement for that.
Combat Maneuver: Drag wrote:
You can attempt to drag a foe as a standard action. You can only drag an opponent who is no more than one size category larger than you. The aim of this maneuver is to drag a foe in a straight line behind you without doing any harm. If you do not have the Improved Drag feat or a similar ability, initiating a drag provokes an attack of opportunity from the target of your maneuver.
If your attack is successful, both you and your target are moved 5 feet back, with your opponent occupying your original space and you in the space behind that in a straight line. For every 5 by which your attack exceeds your opponent’s CMD, you can drag the target back an additional 5 feet. You must be able to move with the target to perform this maneuver. If you do not have enough movement, the drag goes to the maximum amount of movement available to you and ends.
An enemy being moved by a drag does not provoke an attack of opportunity because of the movement unless you possess the Greater Drag feat. You cannot move a creature into a square that is occupied by a solid object or obstacle. If there is another creature in the way of your movement, the drag ends adjacent to that creature.
Stability: Some characters or types of creatures prove particularly sure-footed, making them more difficult to overthrow and move around the battlefield. Any racial ability that grants a bonus to CMD versus bull rush attempts grants the same bonus against drag combat maneuvers.
