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spectrevk wrote:

Bigguyinblack wrote:

Flat-footed is now just a -2 to AC and you can't take reactions.

A 5ft step is a move action called guarded step.
There is no -4 for firing into melee.
Charging now gives a -2 to hit instead of +2. You still take the -2 to AC.

Wait, why would you ever charge if that were the case?

Because your opponent is a double move+ away and you still want to attack in that round, I assume.

In a setting where ranged weaponry is already going to be more prevalent, it seems odd to make melee even *less* appealing as an option though. Ah well.

I'm sorry to do this, but I'm going to have to drop out of this game. My schedule has changed and I can't really guarantee the consistency I would like to as far as posting goes.

"I thought I heard something about the previous priest being killed during this 'time of troubles'. Do you think there might be any link to these goblin attacks on the church? They struck during the celebration of the new church opening, and now they're down in the crypts. It doesn't sound much like the usual trouble that goblins get up to."

Sabina hustles upstairs to don her armor and sword. She emerges after about ten minutes, fully dressed and ready to head for the crypt.

"Sorry to keep you all waiting; I wasn't expecting to need these today." she says, gesturing to her mail, blade, and shield.

"Goblins trapped in a crypt? They'll be desperate, and likely even more vicious than usual. Better to take care of it quickly before someone stumbles in there and gets hurt" Sabina said, shortly before draining the last of her tea.

"Just let me grab my sword and armor, and I'll be ready to go."

Sabina, who had returned to eating her breakfast after Longiku left in a huff, looked up from her plate.

"Yes, that's right. I've always hated goblins, and it would seem that the feeling is mutual."

Without thinking, Sabina shot Lonjiku the tines, not really caring that the man would have no idea what the gesture meant in Cheliax.

"To hell with him indeed." she said, nodding to Bogan. "What sort of man would treat his own family like that?"

Ah man, that sucks. I had to shut down a game I was running last year (and it was going so well...) because of real-life stuff. I hope he feels better soon.

Things have gone a little quiet here, haven't they?

Sabina snickered audibly when Ameiko hit the old man with the ladle, and seemed surprised when nobody else in the tavern joined in. She remained next to Bogan, straightening her face to back him up in intimidating the old man.

Assist on Intimidate: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

"The poor fellow must be getting senile in his old age...keeps slipping in out out of speaking Common. He ought to have a minder to keep him out of this kind of trouble" Sabina mused as she stood up behind Bogan, preparing to assist him if necessary.

Sabina's initial reaction was much like Bogan's: anger. A moment later, however, it occurred to her that there was something strange about the old man's behavior. Why blame strangers who fought the goblins? Why ask where his daughter was when he knew she owned the place? Hmmm...
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Sabina turned to the old man, trying to remember if she'd seen him the day before.

"Please sir, calm down. I'm sure we can find your daughter together"

Assisting Egil's Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

She then looked around the tavern, hoping to find someone who might be able to help the man translate.

"Does anyone here speak his language?"

Sabina Fueges wrote:

Sabina paled visibly, sinking awkwardly into the chair across from Ven.

"Uh...no, it hasn't happened since then. I-it's a nervous habit, only happens when I'm fighting. I'll try to keep quiet in the future; it's all rather embarrassing. What happened after we parted yesterday? Did you find any more survivors?"

"Not as such. Mostly just carted off dead goblins. Was a little interesting, though; seemed like there was a few different groups of goblins, all working together, instead of just one tribe, or however it is they live. Eh, maybe I'm just paranoid." She shrugs.

"Coordinating with the other tribes? That sounds more like Hobgoblins." Sabina said with a shiver. "I've heard terrible stories about the kind of destruction a Hobgoblin army can wreak on a village; if there's something uniting these Goblins it has to be taken care of quickly. The damn things multiply like rats."

Sabina paled visibly, sinking awkwardly into the chair across from Ven.

"Uh...no, it hasn't happened since then. I-it's a nervous habit, only happens when I'm fighting. I'll try to keep quiet in the future; it's all rather embarrassing. What happened after we parted yesterday? Did you find any more survivors?"

After her morning bath and prayers, Sabina dressed herself and went downstairs, looking for any familiar faces. Spotting one of her fellow town defenders, she approaches Ven.

"Good morning, I think we met yesterday, but there wasn't much time for introductions. I'm Sabina; would you mind if I joined you for breakfast? I don't know too many people in town yet."

Did anyone else have trouble getting the site to load yesterday? I couldn't even get the main page open until today.

Father Zantus smiled before motioning towards the man Sabina had been healing, who had fallen into a peaceful sleep following the ordeal.

"Continue to do what you are doing. Never give the people of this town the chance to doubt your good intentions. If someone dares to question your sincerity, don't fight them on it. Simply continue to do what you are doing. Those who matter will know the truth, and those who continue to judge won't matter."

Sabina spread a thin blanket over the sleeping man and slowly rose to her feet.

"Thank you for your words of encouragement, Father Zantus. If there is anything that I can do to help you or the temple, please let me know. I'll be staying in Sandpoint for a while; I think I've put enough distance between me and Cheliax, at least for now. Sadly, however, I've exhausted the last of my healing and will need to rest soon." she said.

Sabina spent another hour or so changing bandages and assisting the more experienced medical workers in the temple, then retired to the inn for the night.

"No! Of course not. I'd never do anything to help Asmodeus!" said Sabina, a hint of panic settling into her voice in response to the accusation. A moment later, she sighed and had a little chuckle at herself.

"I see your point, Father Zantus. It is by our deeds that the gods judge us. Even so, I must live by more than just the gods' judgement; I've left my family and friends behind because of this affliction, and I suspect it won't be long before the people of this town grow suspicious of me. What should I do?"

Sabina looked up from the young man she had been healing, the jagged gash in his chest now knitting together into a scar that he would, she hoped, live to remember.

"I can't do much, but what kind of person would I be if I did less than I could? You're kind to ask, and I do have a problem I'd like to discuss with you, but the details may not be safe to speak in public."

Once she and Father Zantus had found a quiet corner of the temple to speak in, she continued:

"I've come here from further south than Korvosa; I was born and raised in Kintargo, in Cheliax. My family have been loyal to Iomedae for generations; I have never called upon the Lord of Lies in my prayers, and yet...there was an incident a few months ago. I don't want to take up too much of your time with details, but there was a fight, and I began speaking Infernal; in fact, since that time it has been all I can speak whenever I become too excited or stressed. My faith can heal these people, and yet I worry that it may not be Iomedae who grants me this strength. I think I may have been cursed by diabolists."

Sabina kept a respectful distance from the priest performing last rites, and instead tried to focus on the severely injured, stabilizing the dying whenever possible, and using her meager healing prayers for those who were beyond conventional medicine.

Looking around the room, however, she was disturbed by how differently she felt from the other healers working there. Father Zantus seemed like a conduit of the gods' light, and even the non-divine healers seemed to exude a calm serenity. For Sabina, however hard she tried, she couldn't quite touch the quiet strength she'd come to associate with the priests of Iomedae; in its place was a burning hatred, a desire to find the ones responsible for this disaster and bring them to even further depths of ruin.

"Thank you, Ameiko. I'll see you all tomorrow morning; I imagine I'll have a long night ahead of me."

Sabina jogged through the town towards the temple, keeping her eyes open for any injured who were left behind on her way over. She had intended to visit the temple after the festival regardless, as she needed to speak with Father Zantus, but this was hardly the time for her problems, so she kept those to herself and simply asked him where she might be of the most use.

Sabina isn't actually trained in Heal, but she has 3 1st level spell slots left, and can cast Cure Light Wounds. She also has the Stabilize Orison.

Sabina turned away from the bodies of the slain with a somber look. "I may be able to lend Father Zantus some assistance with the healing; where are they taking the injured?" she asks Ameiko.

^ What Anca said :)

Sabina let out a sigh of relief upon seeing another survivor, and stepped forward to thank Ameiko.

"I'm glad to see you're alright; were the other chefs able to escape as well? What about the priest? I've been looking for survivors but it seems that these poor souls are beyond our help."

Sabina shrugged. "I've never been hunting before, and I don't think I'd be particularly good at it, but I'm willing to give it a try. What sort of game does one hunt around here?"

Sabina remained quiet for a few minutes after the battle ended, stowing her blade and surveying the area for survivors that she might be able to help.

untrained Heal to find critically injured survivors: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13

Seeing Aldern mourning his slain companion tugged at her heart, but the poor thing was beyond the aid of her meager prayers. She placed her hand gingerly on Aldern's shoulder and tried to comfort him.

"I am truly sorry. If only we had arrived a little sooner, but...we were attacked by another group of goblins. He died bravely defending you; Iomedae will honor his valor in the lands beyond. We mourn, but we also must remember that our task, as those left behind, is to live lives worthy of the ones who sacrificed their own for us."

Diplomacy, if necessary: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

Sabina flicked the goblin blood from her bastard sword with a sneer. The gibbering of the goblins and the shouts of the other humans faded into a hum of background noise. She strode towards the mounted goblin to reinforce Bogan, planting her sword in the ground and reaching out to the hideous beast that the goblin was riding to flood it with terror.

Moving up 20 feet, casting Cause Fear on the Goblin Commando's mount. Will save DC 14

full-round action: charging the blue goblin

Sabina looked back at Trisha with confusion as she touched her arm, then shrugged and tried to give her a reassuring 'thumbs up' before rushing into battle with the goblins. She was quite surprised when the phantasmal partner appeared on the opposite side of the goblin, but happily took advantage of the distraction it provided.

Charge attack plus flanking: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
damage: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Sabina's AC is 14 until her next turn

Sabina really can't use it, as it shuts down her spellcasting completely.

whoops, forgot initiative
Initiative: 1d20 ⇒ 12

Sabina nodded her assent to Trisha, then took a moment to calm herself. When she spoke this time, her words were clearer, but a little slow.

"I am quite alright; it's not an enchantment, at least not in the traditional sense. The story is long, and this isn't the time or place, but when I get...excited, I begin speaking--"

Sabina paused here, as it occurred to her that no one here spoke Infernal, or even identified it as such.

"--nonsense. Let's just call it nonsense for now. It's not intentional, and to my ears it sounds like I'm speaking normally, but I'm afraid it makes me a rather poor soldier, as no one else can understand me in battle. But my problems are my own, and hardly compare to our current situation. Lead on!"

Sabina sighed with relief as the last goblin fell; her heart was still racing, but she could begin to feel her usual calm demeanor re-asserting itself. Looking around the festival, she surveyed the carnage in search of survivors.

Untrained heal check to find badly wounded, but not dead, people: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13

Πρέπει να ελέγξουμε τους τραυματίες εδώ. Κάποιοι μπορεί ακόμα να επιβιώσουν.

It was around this time that Sabina realized that it was happening again. She was speaking Infernal, this time in public.

Περιμένετε! Μπορω να εξηγησω. Αυτό δεν είναι αυτό που μοιάζει. Θέλω να πω, αυτό δεν ακούγεται.

I should clarify: I *did* change Nazhena's strategies. I had her summon a Medium Ice Elemental instead of an Ice Mephit, and she started off by casting Ice Wall, trapping the Cleric in a hemisphere of ice. The party's monk was able to punch through the wall pretty quickly though, and the hemisphere version of wall of ice doesn't deal damage when you pass through a breach or break through it.

The players did meet Thora, but it was quite a while ago and I doubt they remembered; it didn't seem to have much impact.

My players also took a liking to the pipers, and wanted to find a peaceful solution, but the scenario doesn't leave much room for one; the pipers are taking the hut and the forest, period.

My PCs avoided befriending Greta, and were little more than cordial with Solveig, so roleplay was kind of a bust with this volume. It doesn't help that none of them have the knowledge/social skills to make heads or tails of the situation they're in.

I had a great time running Rise of the Runelords and Mummy's Mask, though I never did get to finish those. This just felt like more of a chore. I'm used to skilled players finding ways to tear through the "boss" encounters, but this book just didn't feel fun :|

On the bright side, they did manage to kill Logrivich with a tanglefoot bag :D

Glad I waited instead of stupidly waking them up with my fire breath

Sabina circled around one of the gobins, trapping him between her and Ven.

Double-moved into a flank with Ven

Will wait to see how the sleep turns out before taking my turn, to avoid waking up the gobbos

The sound of the horn drew Sabina's attention away from the scorched goblins around her to the other side of the stage, where more goblins were amassing. She exhaled slowly, releasing the sudden rage that the horn stirred within her.

Remember the drills. Steady hands, steady mind. Protect the weak.

She quickly moved up beside Egil to hold the line.

double-moving next to Egil, not accepting rage

Sorry about the double-post; I thought we'd come around to round 3 :|

"Σταθείτε ακόμα, τα παράσιτα!"

Sabina spun around with the momentum of her first strike, adjusting the angle slightly, this time making solid contact.

Attacking Red: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Confirming critical hit: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Darn it!
Damage, using bastard sword two-handed: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Nostrils still smoking, Sabina drew her Bastard sword and stepped towards the goblin wearing the tent, and brought the blade down with as much strength as she could manage.

Attacking blue: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Damage: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Sorry about that. I last checked the game on Saturday after kickboxing :|

Sabina's face tightened with rage at the sight of the murdered dog.

"Δολοφονία σκυλιών τέρατα, προετοιμασία για να πεθάνει!"

She moved around the drinking table and, after inhaling deeply, released a wide gout of flame onto the goblins.

DC 14 reflex save for half damage

Fire breath damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Sabina glared at the half-orc. "There's no need to be rude. In less savory parts of the world that kind of talk can start trouble. Let's do what we can to keep this festival nice a friendly, yes?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

The thunderstone draws her attention towards the stage, and once she hears the scream she immediately looks around for the source.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

I rolled initiative on Roll20 and got a 17, but just in case I'll re-roll it here
Initiative: 1d20 ⇒ 19

Smiling at the woman, Anca nods. She gives Bogan a friendly wave, summoning him up to the tent. With a sharp eye and a measured aim she tosses her sack at the furthest basket with the smallest hole, hoping to impress right out of the gate.

[dice=Ranged attack]1d20+2

LOL!

I know we're probably not playing with crit fumbles, but if that beanbag richochets into the back of Jubrayl's head I will be laughing my ass off.

Sabina, who had been rather enjoying the sight of the two men squaring off and boasting, felt her stomach lurch to one side at the sight of the "beverages" for the Hagfish Challenge.

"Uh, Egil, maybe we should just--"

It was, of course, far too late, and the sight of Egil's retching, combined with the stench of the...whatever it was, almost made her nauseous as well.

"Are you entirely sure this is potable? It looks...well, worse than it smells."

"Kinta--er, I'm from Korvosa, but my grandparents came there from Kintargo, in Cheliax." Sabina replied, obviously a little flustered.

I'll have to watch my drinking, lest my tongue grow too loose.

"Nothing to do with the current troubles down there, of course. They left to get away from the...ah, current regime in Cheliax. In any case, I'd love to cheer you on." Sabina gave Egil her friendliest smile, and hoped that it was enough.

Sabina raised her glass to the tall Ulfen man and introduced herself.

"Well met, I'm Sabina. I hope you'll forgive the presumption, but I suspect we are both foreigners in this land; I from the south, and you from the north. I also couldn't help but overhear you looking for a test of strength...why not start with challenging that fellow over there? I've heard great tales of the drinking prowess of both Ulfens and Half-Orcs, and I must admit we have no such contests where I come from." she gestured to the half-orc seated nearby with a pile of coins in front of him.

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Sabina chuckled and eagerly took one of the stewed crab bites from Quinn.

"You remind me of someone I knew back in...well, from way back when. I can't wait to try this. It's been ages since I've had any decent crab."

Popping the crab cake into her mouth she savored the seasoning and began reaching for another one before she realized what she was doing.

"Did you trap these crabs yourself? With the beach so close by, it'd be a great opportunity. Such a shame to hear about the fire that consumed the old cathedral; did you know the priest or his daughter?"

As Sabina stopped before grabbing another one, Quinn burst out laughing. "No need t' pace yerself, lass. I made enough o' these t' feed Magnimar twice over!"

"And aye, I do be catching most o' the food myself. Keeps me spry! Besides, can't do much on land when ye only got one leg," he continued, indicating his peg leg.

At the mention of Father Tobyn,...

Sabina paused respectfully after Quinn finished his recollection of Father Tobyn and his daughter. "He sounds like a wonderful man, and a credit to the gods...I wish I could have met him. I had once considered joining the priesthood myself, but things didn't end up going that way. In any case, if you ever need some help on land, or hauling in your catch, just let me know. I'll be staying at the Rusty Dragon for a few days at least." Sabina takes a couple of crab cakes with her and waves goodbye to Quinn, making way for new customers.

Looking around the festival grounds, she caught sight of the beverage tables. Walking up to the table, she introduced herself. "Good day! I think I'll get started with the 'sake sangria'. I've no idea what it is, but there's only one way to find out."

Quinn's eyes lit up. "Seafood, lass? I've got seafood so fresh, the ocean hasn't realized it's gone yet!"

He pointed towards his section. "Right here, we got the Hagfish's famous stewed crab bites! But if that ain't enough for ye, just hold yer horses for a wee bit, for once lunch rolls around, ye'll be getting a taste of our very own lobster chowder! It'll turn you to a seafood diet; when ye sea our food, ye'll eat it!"

Sabina chuckled and eagerly took one of the stewed crab bites from Quinn.

Popping the crab cake into her mouth she savored the seasoning and began reaching for another one before she realized what she was doing.

"Did you trap these crabs yourself? With the beach so close by, it'd be a great opportunity. Such a shame to hear about the fire that consumed the old cathedral; did you know the priest or his daughter?"

Sabina Fueges wrote:

Sabina chuckled lightly. "It's actually pronounced 'Sabina', not 'Sheilas', but that's alright. I'm here seeking his advice as well, and you did get here first, after all."

Bogan chuckled back. "Honestly wasn't trying to misname ya, Ms. Sabina. Sheila means 'lady' according to the caravan I was first raised with. I keep forgetting that people aren't quite used to all the words leaving my howling screamer, ya know? Name's Bogan by the way."

DM_ThatCanadianDude wrote:

As the three talked amongst themselves, Father Zantus approached. "Greetings. I do believe I heard my name called?

Upon being called, the fighter turned his attention back to the front and addresses the Father. "Ah. Glad I could get your attention. I was wondering if you and I could set aside some time later for a one-on-one. It's been a while since I last got some guidance and I'd rather not burden too many other ears with my sorrows."

"Ah, I understand now. Well, I will leave you and Father Zantus to speak privately; I should find something to eat." Sabina turned and walked away, waving to Bogan and Father Zantus before disappearing into the crowd.

Approaching the food stands, she tried to find something that looked familiar.

"Excuse me," she asked the food vendors, "Do you have any seafood?"