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Roderick's torch sheds 30 feet of illumination, plus 30 feet of faint illumination past that. With a DC 10 perception check, any character can observe the 2 figures in greater detail.

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I'll relay what's happening to the others. I then Use a Grit to Deadeye (Make my attack Touch up to 40' at a -2) and Shoot the one with the gnome (I reckon he's F'd so he's better off if I shoot the demon and he drops and can maybe get healed, or if he dies and the demon doesn't get the knowledge he wants) as my standard action. My move is to go back down the stairs 15'.

back from Gen Con. you guys need to go next year, there was tons of pathfinder events and you would all have tons of fun!!!

Roderick heads up the staircase, followed by Victor.

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The chamber is silent once more, and the birds within the cages are still paralyzed and motionless.

I'll point out the possible beasties.

"Reckon they're perchin in wait?" *Readies his action if they become agressive to give them some hot iron love from his gun*

It is just a few hours past midnight of the 27th of flamerule, now the 28th of flamerule.

I'm gonna be at gen con for the next few days, but feel free to continue posting. you guys have the upper tiers to explore or you can go back through the hallway and head back to the aquatic exhibit.

Lucky bastich...

Afterwards I'll head up the stairs and check where the demons came from...

Elessar and Roderick tend to the corpses and begin searching for any kind of valuable information.

I'll only be listing the gear they have that may be judged important. Personal effects are present on each body, but I won't be listing trivial mundane items. Items in italics will radiate magic under inspection of a detect magic spell. Potions and scrolls will be identied automatically unless they are higher level than the party.

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between the 3 dead adventurers, you each gain 156 gold.

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You don't find much in the way of information, although these are undoubtedly mercenaries or adventurers, hired for the same task as you. The dead woman was certainly a wizard, her spellbook and wax-sealed scrolltube signify that much.
The spellbook is bound in leather and writ in a fine, elegant script. It is full of the standard cantrips, plus identify, magic missile, icicle dagger (UM), jump, vanish...

Unless elessar objects I'll take the cold iron morningstar. Nothing else is much use to me as I can't identify the potions and have no need of anything else.

Roderick moves to the three adventurer corpses and check them for any valuables, specifically useful stuff like masterwork gear and potions but money is fine. Also if there is any sort of identification. After wards I'll cover them and lay them in less grotesque position.

5' step and fire, reloading afterward.

5' step and Take a shot at Dretch #2.

Step into the room (5' step) and Use my inner Grit to fire at the most wounded dretch.

Attack Vs. Touch AC1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 81d8 ⇒ 8 Damage if Succesful. My move action is to reload.

I have 2 Grit left for the day (unless I crit or kill with a firearm.

It's ok Dave, I get this Rules Lawyering from the whole bunch, they question anything used against them. You just shrug make a ruling and go on. It wouldn't be a game without one of them questioning a rule or two-thousand. :P

I will Continue my movement out of the room and wait for them to come down. In the meantime I'll roll perception to see if there are any trying to outflank us.

"Damnation!"

did anything significant change?

Just playtest 2 stuff I already fixed, won't know anymore changes till next month when the book hits

Take a shot at the one still standing (and at 1+hp)

With weapons drawn, and torches outheld, the party slowly proceeds into the aviary. Shadows are pushed back by the glow of torch and lantern. Cages, full of blurred movement and panicked screeches, emerge from the darkness.

From the hazy darkness, you hear a chorus of snorts and gurgles. The profane sounds instantly hushen the cries of every songbird on the first tier. All motion becomes still, and as feathers drift to the bottom of cages, two small, squat figures approach from the stairwell. They are dripping in gore, and their disfigured countenance, wattled skin, and aura of buzzing flies clearly identifies them as demons of some sort.

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The demons approach, gurgling and vomiting blood as they stagger forward. They wield crude cudgels and are unarmored. The demons begin their turn 25 feet from damion and victor. Other party members are at least 10 feet behind damion and victor, but no more than 100 feet behind them. I think everyone still has weapons drawn.

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Here are the stats for the dretch, should make combat quicker if everybody can see the combat stats. I know you guys are pretty good about avoiding metagaming, so I think this will be a good way to run combat.

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I guess the gunslinger is its own class now instead of a sub class fighter

"Hey Doc, what you see in there?"

I move up towards the aviary where the doctor and young man is*

"Come on big guy sounds like someone's needin some help."

I'll head that way with my everburning torch and gun ready.

*Whips out his Everburning torch and holds a pistol ready*

"Go on Big guy, I'm right behind ya."

I'll follow majority, but my perception is for anymore lil devils in the immediate vicinity.

Reload and ready my guns.

"Things are gettin a might nasty, demons and whatnots floatin about makes a man nervous."

Also Dave just to let you know, I apparently wasn't using the latest Gunslinger so a few things changed. For instance I gained the bonus feat Gunsmith, and my guns are considered "battered" which means they are fine for me but broken for other and can't be sold for more than 4d10gp. I lost 1 fort save (Brave and Tough became just Bravery) and they added Blunderbusses to the list of possible firearms (I'm sticking with my pistols) The worse part? I can make bullets myself with no check now... If I take Craft (Alchemy) I can Alchemical bullets too!

lotta demons here, I'm starting to wonder about Morpheo

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haha we win by 1

On my turn I'll ready to shoot the thing if it comes with in 20' with one of my guns prefferably before it engages in melee.

lotta demons here, I'm starting to wonder about Morpheo

"Hmmm"

* Morgra pulls 3 healing potions out of his bag and hands them to Roderick*

Here I be sharing. Just try an not be gettin eaten again.

"I got potions friend, I was just hoping for some healing prayers o sorts, less costly and all that."

I have 2 more cure lights if necessarry, I'd rather get non potion healing though. If none is available (ie no one has healing spells) I'll drink my potions.

while everyone is regrouping, you perform a routine inventory of your backpack contents. in the bottom of your bedroll, you find a bundle of rags wrapped around a paper ammo box. looks like your luck has changed, you had all but forgotten about this stash of extra ammunition.

I totally forgot the gunslinger starts with 50 rounds of ammunition. I had assumed you just forgot to write ammo on your character sheet. Anyhow, there's your starting ammo.

"Well I'll be..."

I'll pick my self up, still nursing my bite wound. "This'll be sore in tha mornin. Can one of you fellers help me out here?"

I am at 3 of 18 hp so I could use some heals. Beyond that I'm more concerened about the nasty beast so I'll be looking for it. Also I designate Chris as my roller if for some reason I don't post in time.

badmonkee08 wrote:

I think hes actually at 1 since he is 1 point from dying which was -7

yup, you're right. at -8, even if he was stable, he'd still be a corpse.

*drinks a potion of cure light wounds while cussing the beast*

potion of cure light wounds 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

On my initiative I'll continue to suck dust from the floor like Simon the Acolyte, us sidekick mooks gotta stick together!

Attack of opportunity: 1d20 + 2

Not Moving then?

I have none now, I will use my 2 to have the creatures claw and bite assault conveniently send me flying safely and unconciously away skittering across the floor like a horror movie... I now have 0 Hero Points and will be stable

Roderick falls lifeless from the claw and terrible bite of the creature

I didn't even hit the thing and it beat the hell out of me... I'm at -8 hp thanks to me having 18 and it doing 26 in 2 hits...

Seeing the nasty beast on my massive 6 initiative I'll charge the beast if possible. If not I'll drink my potion of shield of faith.

Initiative 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

I'll be right by Damien when things go down.

On second thought, I'll have out my sword while I look around and ready my potion of Shield, in case violence erupts (Combat or an attack is my trigger)

*Noticing the excitement, I draw my sword and look around my left hand ready to go for my gun if necessary*

"whatever done did this hast a be close by."

Perception to look for any clues 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

"I reckon we best get to't"

I'll follow Damien and Elesser, since no one objected to the assignments. I won't necessarily be on the lookout more than necessary (Taking 10 on perception if that's possible, which would be a 13 if so. Mostly I'll be ready to draw my sword if there's trouble, so really I'm walking around with my hand on my sword, saving my bullets for the real trouble.

"Team 1 will be Victor, Izky, and Morgra. You will start off patrolling the bottom level."

"Team 2 will be Roderick, Elessar, and myself. We will take the top level."
"We will each make a complete and thorough rotation of our designated level, and then switch afterwords. Let us not be careless if it comes to blows, I am sure our employer would prefer to not have anything broken. If there is a security breach we will signal the other team as soon as possible. Once again, I have my whistle, does anyone else have a device that would suffice for a signal?

"Parrently we someone fancies emselves the leader. I reckon thas fine with me, just understand that if things get hairy, I'll do as I feel is necessary."

*Takes the pouch and tucks it away*

"Mighty abliged, I'm in. Guardin stuff is a bit easier work than shootin people for a livin. Could be intrestin."

"Reckon that's quite a haul from o night a werk. What kind of problems the ole gnome expectin if he's payin that much? Had many threats like this before? Also, any o this stuff we're ta be guardin dangerous? Either way I'm in, just like to know the stakes is all"

*Stands, and tries to compose himself of his tipsy situation*

"I will take a stout ale for this gentleman."

Anyway sir, I have not seen you around the city, are you specifically here for this job? Could you fill me in on any details you may have.

"Not much, just some hairy lil' fella named Morphosed or somesuch wants some adventurious types to watch some place or look at something, and he might pay well. Also I reckon him bein gnome might help get me back in the good graces of the tinkerin bastiches. We've been on, uh, unfriendly terms since an insa'dent with one of their cousins a couple days back. Not good t'all."

*Tries to notice the gist of the other conversation*
Perception 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

I apologize for my rudeness.....sir....I thought you were bothering that woman. Anyway, if we are to be working together, this is no way to start a business relationship. Can I buy you a drink?"

*Slaps his knee with his hat, before putting it back on.*

"Well son, why didn't you say you were a right and nice feller, have a seat and take off that metal lid and have a drink. Hmm, seems to get lively in here quick-like."

"I reckon' we're all here for the hairy little guys musing job er whatver? Have a seat, least that pretty lass'll come by more often with a buncha fellers sittin. Names Roderick, I aim to be a problem solver, and loved up by the end o the night."
*Cracks a half-drunken grin*

*Shoots the tin can a mean look that'd strip the skin offa rattlesnake and go back to my drink*
Intimidate Back 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
"I repute this here house has a fine build."
*Wink at the barmaid and swig my beer, while regarding the orc and his fat toad as they approach*

Hey brudda. Me and Gui here wonderin if ya mind if we have a seat here. Dis bar be gettin full fast and I don't want to be gettin stepped on.

"I reckon it'd be fine, I'm waitin on some hairy gnome named Morpheen or somesuch anyway."

"Hmm, I ain't suddenly as thirsty. Oh well."
*drinks his drink, waiting for a better oppurtunity with the barmaid if nothing more exciting catches his attention in the meantime*

I'll basically just hit on her and drop a few coins to get her to maybe drop something else later, if nothing else occurs. However as long as I'm waiting here for this job bit, I'll probably forget all about her as soon as something exciting occurs like other ne'er do wells like myself start showing up. Makes me a bit on edge when well armed mercs start piling into a bar, need to size up any possible competition for work or trouble makers. If too much time passes I'll continue schmoozing.

"why's all these short and hairy people a'ways mad at me fer?"
Attempt to Push him away?

*Entering the bar*
"Hmmm..."

*Walk over and grabs a seat out of the way with my back to the wall and whistles for the barmaid, and eyes her when she walks over*

"Somethin hard miss, and I may return the favor"
*Toss a gold on the table*

"Thank ye kindly, and hopefully these here gnomes'll be less angry afer this Morpheo feller and me talk. Ammo's pretty hard ta come by."

*Tip my hat to Barnaby, as I walk out the door*

"looks like I'll be needin ta find this here Gilded Galleon joint. Hope they serve good ale and perrty wenches. Reckon I'll have to ask round."

"Hmmm, This city be dangerous, and them gnomes ain't likely to be sellin' me no ammo. I'm guessin' my dagger ain't gonna be enough. Better get something bigger en'tha meantime."

"Dang uppity no good hairy gnomes."
*spits*

I'll check around about this "job" with some diplomacy, keeping an eye on the locals and watching my rear in case another one of those gnomes gets froggy. Afterwards I'll use my know(engineering) and try and repair/recover some bullets.

"Izyk, is it? Where you hail from again?"

" You reckon' thar's a human under all that steel?"

*Spits on the ground.*

"That Victor fella looks like quite a spitfire, boy might be strung somethin' a lil' too tight-like. I reckon he might put a hurtin' on someone. I'll be keepin' my eyes on him."

I like it, mang. Does Roderick shoot from the hip?

"Sometimes."

In regards to Victor: