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chronicle looks good to me too. Thanks for everything!

"I need to say, I am not sure this whole thing improved opinion of Avistani artists…but perhaps these were just a few bad apples?"

Pib says, battered and bruised, as the group returns to the inn.

Thanks, everyone!

Though Pib takes the punches without interrupting his dance, it is clear the little kobold is starting to feel the blows. He throws his fan to the ceiling, strikes twice, grabs the falling fan, and takes a step away from his attacker.

Flurry of blows, agile: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
unarmed attack: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Flurry of blows, agile: 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 7 - 4 = 23
unarmed attack, nonlethal: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
unarmed attack, nonlethal, crit: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
total dmg: 10 = 10

He takes a defensive position, quickly moving his arms so his buckler is ready to deflect an attack.

◆ Flurry of blows vs Green
◆ Step
◆ Raise shield

"Ouch! What will not stand, mister, is you getting violent over a bit of negative feedback!"

Pib dodges the last blow with a slight bow, flutters his fan on his attacker's face to briefly block the man's view, and strikes twice.

Flurry of blows vs green: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20
Nonlethal dmg: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Flurry of blows vs green: 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (10) + 7 - 4 = 13
Nonlethal dmg: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

His movements barely resemble fighting—it is clear Pib is dancing, trying to distract his enemy and impress the crowd.

Fascinating performance: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Compare roll result to green's Will DC. If it's a critical success, the target is fascinated for 1 round.

Halfway through the dance, he raises his shield arm while taking a sip from Norbwald's proffered drink.

◆ Flurry of blows vs green
◆ Perform vs green
◆ Raise a shield (total AC: 20)

Pib hides behind his fan once again and tries to spread rumours about how Baltarram's pieces are all fakes.

Deception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

Before he began traveling, Pib always imagined seeing sublime things that would touch the deepest depths of his heart and soul. This exhibition was causing him to greatly adjust his expectations.

"It is…a squirrel? In a coat? Is it supposed to be…ironic?" He looks to the closest person. "Is this one of those things only those from around here can understand?"

Survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

There's something very annoying about this man, Pib thinks. He tries to ignore Apexi and look at the picture, but, truly, it would be much, much easier if he would stop being so obnoxious.

"We got an invitation from someone who told us the nice lady organising this exhibition loved to have people like us in her events. Weird people, they meant, I think. But also, I am a dancer and it is inspiring to see what other artists are doing."

Pib bows as if he were onstage and had just finished one of his performances.

"Are…are you the painter, mister Fulminoir?"

Pib asks, hiding part of his face behind his fan.

Also ok with paintings.

Pib listens to Vante with great attention.

"You are right! But couldn't it be intentional? Perhaps they are trying to say something about…how he thinks the world is spinning the wrong way?"

He isn't much of a scholar, but Pib tries his best to search for more clues in the artwork.

Nature (Untrained): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Seeing others are already well engaged with the curious gnome, Pib opens his fan and walks around the room. He observes the other visitors, subtly trying to get closer to those who seem like they're whispering or gossiping.

Pib looks at the new arrival with curiosity, then pats the skeleton on their back.

"It's fine, names are difficult, mister. I am Pib."

Once inside the exhibition, Pib follows the group to the mechanical exhibition.

"I'm not very good with machines, but perhaps I can sneak around and eavesdrop on people?"

I lurked on a run of this bounty somewhat recently, when I was trying to get an idea of how Play by Discord worked. I didn't follow it till the end, but I did read some of the initial story beats.

A young kobold dressed in Vudrani clothes listens to the halfling with barely contained excitement that quickly sours into outrage. His iridescent green scales shiver in anger.

"That's wrong! Artists should help one another to make nice things. A good artist can only become a great artist when he's surrounded by other good artists! Everyone, we need to help Shance's uncle!"

As soon as he finishes speaking, Pib's eyes go wide and he hangs his head in a mix of shame and contrition.

"I mean…I think we should help him. If everyone's ok with it."

His tail curls around his legs and he hides part of his face behind an exquisitely decorated fan.

FYI, took advantage of the free character rebuilds before level 2 and turned Pib into a kobold monk. Bit of a long story, but realised he was too similar to a character from another game.

Very excited to start playing!

Signing up with Pib, human monk. Still relatively new to Society play, apologies in advance

Thanks for running this, GM.

I agree with the general feeling that the investigation felt very railroady, especially towards the end, but I had a good time anyway. I also really thought we were all going to die at the beginning of the final battle.

On a "personal" level, I was happy that going the fighting fan route did not feel as weak as I thought it would.

Anyway, thanks, everyone. It was a nice game and hopefully we'll meet again soon =)

“Miss human lady, please, don’t make us do this!”

Says Pib before unleashing yet another sequence of slices with his fan.

FoB, Flank: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 7 + 2 = 13
S dmg, backstabber: 1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 2 + 1 = 6
Deadly?: 1d6 ⇒ 1

FoB, Flank, MAP x1, agile: 1d20 + 7 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 7 + 2 - 4 = 22
S dmg, backstabber: 1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 2 + 1 = 4
Deadly?: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Strike, Flank, MAP x2, agile: 1d20 + 7 + 2 - 8 ⇒ (10) + 7 + 2 - 8 = 11
S dmg, backstabber: 1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 1 = 5
Deadly?: 1d6 ⇒ 4

FoB ◆, strike ◆, raise shield ◆

Happy to continue being ignored by the prophet, Pib moves silently behind her back and does a quick two-step fan dance routine.

FoB, Flank: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 7 + 2 = 29
S dmg, backstabber: 1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 2 + 1 = 6
Deadly?: 1d6 ⇒ 4

FoB, Flank, MAP x1, agile: 1d20 + 7 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (13) + 7 + 2 - 4 = 18
S dmg, backstabber: 1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 1 = 5
Deadly?: 1d6 ⇒ 2

As he ends his movement, the kobold raises his shield in preparation for Ahksiva’s revenge.

“If you just stop a bit we can talk, miss human lady!”

Step ◆, FoB ◆, Raise Shield ◆

Forgot to mention this before, but if Pib is hit by a crit he will cringe as a reaction.

Pib swipes his fan clean of blood and slime and tries to move towards the next frog.

Acrobatics DC 17: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

He miscalculates and slips, staying in place.

Assuming failure only means I don't move with that action.

Acrobatics DC 17: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23 there goes my raise shield for this round.

With a frustrated whelp, he cartwheels out of his position, landing behind the remaining frog in a kneeling position. As he stands up, the kobold strikes twice.

FoB, flanking: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 7 + 2 = 27
S dmg, backstabber: 1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 2 + 1 = 6
Deadly?: 1d6 ⇒ 6

FoB, flanking, MAP x1: 1d20 + 7 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 7 + 2 - 4 = 21
S dmg, backstabber: 1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 2 + 1 = 6
Deadly?: 1d6 ⇒ 2

“You are a terrible person for sending them to die, you know that?” He says in reply to Ahksiva’s rage.

Stride ◆, Stride ◆, Flurry of Blows ◆

Pib takes a deep breath and begins playing around with his iridescent fan, trying to distract the red beast with shiny coloured lights. Fascinating Performance against red frog

Fascinating Performance vs Red: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Then, as part of the same moves, he strikes at the other twice before raising his shield.

FoB, flank: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 7 + 2 = 15
P dmg, backstabber: 1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 1 = 5
Deadly?: 1d6 ⇒ 1

FoB, flank, MAP agile: 1d20 + 7 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 7 + 2 - 4 = 14
P dmg, backstabber: 1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 2 + 1 = 4
Deadly?: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Oof, these rolls

Perform ◆
Flurry of Blows ◆
Raise a shield ◆

Strategy: agreed. Pib has pretty good AC, so I'm moving him around a bit to try and get some attention, hopefully giving Kya some breathing room.

Pib, I'm assuming you didn't shield block the last hit, as that would have broken your shield.

Sorry, forgot to reply to this. Even if Pib wanted to block, he doesn't have the Shield Block feat and monks don't get it for free like fighters and champions, as far I know.

“Oh, aren’t you cute—” Pib’s glee is interrupted by the gigantic frog trying to gore him to death. He curses, hears Kya’s yell of pain and sets his jaw.

The little kobold raises his shield again and makes a run into the main hall, then positions himself across the other hulking frog. Here’s hoping for no AoO.

He raises his fan and slices it twice in rapid succession.

Flurry of Blows, flanking: 1d20 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 7 + 2 = 24
S dmg, backstabber: 1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 2 + 1 = 7
Deadly?: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Flurry of Blows, flanking, MAP x1: 1d20 + 7 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (5) + 7 + 2 - 4 = 10
S dmg, backstabber: 1d4 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 1 = 5
Deadly?: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Raise shield ◆
Stride ◆
Flurry of Blows ◆

Pib keeps his ears open, but doesn't move.

Seek, 30ft burst ◆
Raise Shield ◆

Pib silently opens the door, preferring to remain undetected for as long as possible. This woman, even if she can become invisible, would not be so confident if she were alone. Or perhaps she would, humans are strange.

Interact ◆

“Right. I’m going to sneak around a bit. See if there is anyone else here.”

As soon as he says that, Pib takes a few silent steps inside the room on the building’s left wing, but refrains from entering it until he is sure it is unoccupied. Once he believes the place is safe, he puts an ear against one of the doors, trying to listen for movement inside.

If anyone asks Pib not to sneak around, he will obey and follow the group silently.

Otherwise, Stealth +7.

"I can jump over it just fine. But what if we need to run real fast when we're inside?"

Pib doesn't have much to help with this, I'm afraid.

Pib reads the diary attentively — it is interesting to contrast the insane man they just met with someone who writes these poems. Perhaps there is a relation? The kobold is enticed by the idea for a few minutes before looking around the place one more time.

He tries to help the healers, but after being gently sent away due to the lack of any skills in medicine, Pib rehearses a few steps and movements as the others rest.

performance: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

At Makai’s suggestion, he stops and nods.

“Yes. I think it’s good we go. Put a stop to all of this. End their end of times.”

Pib nods vigorously at Rhaegal’s request and darts to intercept Raest.

“Stop right there you…” he thinks for a moment and remembers how other kobolds usually refers to humans… “skinsoft!”

As he gets closer to Reast, he jumps and kicks the human twice with an acrobatic spin.

flurry of blows, unarmed: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
flurry of blows, unarmed, MAP x1, agile: 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 7 - 4 = 23

B, nonlethal dmg: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
B, nonlethal dmg: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5 crit 2x: 10

We probably want him alive, so I'm using nonlethal damage.

◆ Move
◆ Move
◆ Flurry of Blows

Pib follows after Rhaegal until they enter the building then whispers in draconic before continuing moving further west.

“I’ll try to flank him.”

Pib points at one of the humans.

“I think that’s the Reast human we heard about. He’s good with crowds, for sure. Takes a performer to know another.”

Pib shakes his head and continues in Draconic.

“But it doesn’t actually make sense. He’s saying that everyone who follows Groetus will become a god after the end of times, but…you know…that would be an awful lot of gods. Oh, Makai is talking to him now! We might have to jump down soon. You think you can manage?”

Deception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Groetus’ followers are not only insane, they also seem to be a tad prejudiced — at least that’s Pib’s perception as he is refused entry shortly after Rhaegal. Does that mean they’d be the last to take part in the end of times?

The kobold looks about him then tugs Rhaegal’s sleeve.

“Here, I have an idea,” he says in draconic.

Stealth: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

With a sequence of graceful and well-placed jumps, he finds himself perched on a nearby building with clear view to what’s going inside.

“Come, we can see everything from here!” He says and waves at the other kobold.

Will save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

“Oh, I like that idea, Makai!” Says Pib.

After seeing the gruesome things, he rolls his eyes at Kornel’s interest. ‘Of course he would be interested in those.’

“Perhaps we should also try to dress like them? Also stay here a bit, see how they move, if they make weird signs? Like the way humans shake their hands?”

Earlier
“Yes! And the way they moved it like this,” Pib moves his leg mimicking one of the dance steps, “was very pretty. Almost as if they had tails!”

At Hestia’s
“Ok. We will meet these people and we will stop their cult. But do you know anything about…Reast Mycer? Does he believe in Aroden or Groetus?”

I’m not sure what else we can hope to get from gather information at this point. Perhaps we can check the place where the gathering will happen instead?

We could also split, no? Those with higher diplomacy could gather info, whilst the others could go to Hestia and then we would meet before sundown to review the info before going to Reast Mycer.

“Yes! Perhaps we can talk to them and they will understand that there are nicer things than murder. Like dancing,” Pib nods, feeling very wise.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Pib wants to help, he really does, but just a few minutes ago, on their way to the tailor, the group happened upon a couple of Varisian performing one of their dances. He looked for clues around the building, but most of his mind was focussed on replaying each movement he had seen.

“Do you think the owner is still alive? No one mentioned him dying, at least.”

Can we enter the structure/have we already entered it or is it impossible to do so because of structural instability and etc?

“Do you think that they think Aroden dying connects to the end of the time? It was almost as if the preacher liked Aroden as much as Groetus, no? Perhaps they miss Aroden and want to join him.”

At Rhaegal’s words, Pib nods.

“Yes, I agree. Perhaps we can find something more about these people there. Or perhaps they will show up and then we can talk to them and discover more.”

King's Closet === burnt down tailor shop, correct?

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

The dice are really not keen on Pib making good impressions.

No matter how much he wants to help, Pib finds himself once again struggling with Taldan.

“Hurt bad, no? We can help! Not with wound, with…with…man/woman/other who hurt you?”

The kobold sighs and shakes his head in frustration.

“Yes, let’s go to miss Tamara. I think she liked Kya, let Kya talk,” Pib says with a nod of his head. “But why didn’t she tell us before? It is funny, no?”

Pib shakes his head.

“I didn’t think so many people would be listening to that man. Perhaps he is telling them that they need to murder to help Groetus end the world? But that means Groetus is not very strong, I think.

“If you want I can ask around. No one thinks much about me making weird questions. Weird foreign harmless kobold.”

Perhaps its better to gather information before we move to the shop? Go in (hopefully) a bit more informed? Rolling Diplomacy instead of Society for gathering information, if that’s allowed.

Diplomacy: gather information: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

deception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

“Makai, shh!” Pib says and hits Makai with his closed fan. “Let Kornei talk. They are both creepy humans, they can understand each other.”

And then, turning towards the preacher, putting on his best doe eyes.

“Yes, please, tell us more about it, mister, sir. I did not know Aroden and Groetus were friends. And who is Ah…Ahksiva?”

Diplomacy: make an impression: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

That's pretty interesting. As someone who plans on GMing soon(ish), I had been mulling over how to deal with recall knowledge and secret rolls in general. Thanks for that =)

“Oh, no, that’s terrible!” Pib says, trying to push through his embarrassment. “Who is this preacher? If there are problems he should be helping people, not scaring them. I think we need to talk to him and make him understand he is not…helping. Perhaps he even knows more about…the other things.” Having managed to speak four full and mostly competent sentences in a row, Pib clearly feels confident enough to suggest a course of action.

Pib claps his hands in joy when the dish arrives.

“It does look wonderful! Thank you, Tamara, धन्यवाद!”

Diplomacy, circumstance bonus: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 5 + 2 = 11

With half of his mind completely focussed on the food, however, Pib struggles to speak in Taldan. As a reptilian, the kobold does not blush, but, oh boy, does he get flustered.

“It is very…स्वादिलो! Please…uh…बताउनुहोस् — tell? Ask? No, no, tell, tell — please tell us more about your…how to say…it is warren? Warrent? No, city, yes, tell us more about the city? Hard sad times no? Sorry, the words are…walking away from me! It is very good, स्वादिलो!”

Pib can only nod vigorously at Rhaegal’s remarks. At least he wasn’t alone.

Once inside the Sinking Ship, he sits in silence, waving himself with his fan until Tamara has finished listing the options.

“Ooh, I want the cavedano! It sounds very exotic! But I can bet anything you cook is amazing, miss Tamara.” The kobold speaks partly in earnest, partly in an obvious attempt at getting on the woman’s good graces. What the hell, let’s go on a splurge.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

“Nature’s Cataclysm…” Pib repeats to himself. “Ok. I understand. And how did these…murders happen? Did they all…die in the same way? Or in a lot of different ways?” He speaks in a whisper as if saying things out loud could make what he instantly imagined as terribly mangled and destroyed bodies appear before his eyes.

“Oh, hi!” Pib bows to the newly-arrived dwarf. “Don’t worry, I’m also very bad at arriving on time,” he says with a welcoming smile which was not offered to the funny-smelling bald human.

“And I think Rhaegal is right. The swamp is beautiful; not the murders. But, Miss Hestia,” Pib says, trying to be respectful but unsure if the title was the correct one, “why do you mention both things? Do you think there’s a connection between the swamp and the murders?”

Pib’s attention once again changes its focus, this time towards the halfling. A priest of the goddess of art, in the flesh!

“I have read a lot about Shelyn! It really is an honour,” he says with a bow. “I would really like to hear more about her. If you have the time, one day, perhaps?”