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Serena winces and makes a decision. With her scimitar, she reaches up and cuts her hair as close as she can without risking her scalp. She then darts through the door and slams it shut.

I'm gonna treat this as trying to break a grapple.

CMB v blue (sick): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

Serena affects an emergency "page boy" and leaves the mephit holding a lot of loose hair.

This is followed by a 5-foot move north through the doorway, and a move action to shut the door.

And this guy's. ;p

Earlier.

Dirty trick does not [actually] require an attack roll....

When you attempt to perform a combat maneuver, make an attack roll and add your CMB in place of your normal attack bonus.

But it does not matter, because Mikhail slams his flail into the real impostor (?), destroying it.

"AH-HA! I win!"

"Mikhail" does a little dance, winces painfully once and then downs one of her healing potions.

potion of cure moderate wounds: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (4, 5) + 3 = 12

cmlobue wrote:

Madcap transforms into yet another Mikhail, which is definitely helping. He/she tries to catch the other fake Mikhail off guard, but it doesn't work.

Does the attack work well enough to eliminate one of the images (they have lower AC)?

Did the attack work for Red a couple of turns back? As I remember rolling against the same number of images it currently has at the time. Mirror images have pseudo-"less AC" than the real thing.

Madcap transforms into yet another Mikhail, which is definitely helping. He/she tries to catch the other fake Mikhail off guard, but it doesn't work.

Does the attack work well enough to eliminate one of the images (they have lower AC)?[/ooc]

Blue is not picky about which Mikhail it attacks, and luckily for it, the closest one is an enemy.

"HEY! I'm on your side!" shouts an irate Mikhail before poking one she thinks hit her in in the eyes.

*Doink!*

blue images: 1d6 ⇒ 6
dirty trick to blind v blue (improved dirty trick): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25

The red-tinged creature steps in front of Mikhail. As it does, its body shimmers, and then it is Mikhail.

Seeing the change, Madcap readjusts her cap which takes on the the appearance of Mikhail's even as she takes on his form as well.

"Say!" she says popping up next to the mirror creature looking like it and Mikhail. "That's a really neat trick! Mind if I ask you your secret?"

Will the real red please stand up?: 1d5 ⇒ 4
improved dirty trick to shake v red: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16

The thing Alia can't see barks out a laugh like a hyena and says. "Aw, the elf's mate doesn't look so well. It doesn't want to talk. Well we can talk to you, she-elf. There isn't that better? Rangers aren't the most talkative of folk, at least not until you're biting their fingers off one at a time." It says in Zokon's voice.

Likewise the other party members besides Dool and Alia can hear Zokon's voice but need to make a roll to understand what he's saying, this DC is only 5 + 1 per 10' distance from the red creature.

Gwen, what's your disguise?

Glad you asked!

"Hold, brother!" cries another monk dressed in similar Sifu-style, interposing herself between he and the party. "Master Sifu has another test for you. The Invincibile Sword Goddess is approaching the tomb entrance above and only the strongest may stand against her! You must deny her access to the chamber! HURRY!"

She turns to the party. "Leave these pretenders to me."

bluff (prayer, possible bluff modifiers): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

And once again the Society does the dirty work for the Concordance. Shonne wonders if the Concordance of Elements will now attempt to deal with the party as most people deal with their pet assassins and kill them to hide their own complicity.

Shonne tends to Kahwen.

wand of cure light wounds v Kahwen: 3d8 + 3 ⇒ (5, 8, 8) + 3 = 24

"Can you walk?" Shonne asks Kahwen. "We must leave before the rest of the citadel discovers we have slain their lord."

She avoids the sylph druids no matter how much the GM points them out and winks and nudges--not that she could do anything for them. ;)

To her way of thinking even the janitors on the Death Star knew who they were working for, and Shonne had no more connection to these two nameless druids than she had to those nameless goblin raiders in that one dungeon she once visited. Besides she (and her player) have never really trusted the Concordance since their introduction. They seem little better than the Aspis Consortium, or (after this adventure) the Pathfinder (Assassin's) Society itself. Why not try to turn or recruit Grasping Storm, or Efwurwa’s Fury, at least they had names right? ;)

Ansha, invisible, 200ft

Kahwen, -50hp, deafened, unconscious at -7, stable, 150ft
Wind, -29hp, 180ft
Shonne, 300ft

WOOT! Shonne has the most feet!

Shonne alights upon the throne cloud and ignites her spear.

+1 flaming spear v Grasping Storm (fatigued, haste): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16 damage: 1d8 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11 fire damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Shonne casts fly on herself and leaps down the shaft. As she descends she takes hold and readies her magical flaming lightning rod spear.

Moves 90' (60' fly + 30' haste) closer to the throne.

Alas, no. Shonne could put some holes in Kahwen's chest from range for cross-ventilation if that would help. But beyond that....

Shonne weaves more magic before heading down.

fireball! DC 18: 8d6 ⇒ (6, 4, 3, 2, 2, 2, 1, 6) = 26

She places it to miss Kahwen by inches.

So the elevator is higher than than the throne. "We have disembarked on the wrong floor." says Shonne stoically.

She casts haste (the spell not the boots) upon the party to complicate Kahwen's math on the other page.

So is it just us then, Kahwen? Looks back in the elevator.

{Crickets....}

Okay! In the white noise of everyone speaking at once nothing is heard. So just so we know where we are, there is a 100-foot drop from our current location--the elevator, and it is 200-feet up to the cloud throne, and no one else wants to fly? Shonne casts resist energy electricity on herself. If anyone has a quick 10ish points of healing magic to throw on her while she does so that would be great.

I am thinking grinding up the 20'-tall steps is the expected route if you can't fly. I would suggest spellcasters staying back and fighters pumped by spells ascending--the problem is that Shonne is both. I don't want to waste haste unless someone has some way of getting us closer first--though I might have to to get us closer.

So to quote Kahwen "Plan?"

sense motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

"Hold. He means to kill us."

Who needs to be able to fly? Shonne has haste (for everyone, CL 8) and resist energy for the electrical discharges (probably for herself unless someone else needs it more).

Takes 10.
"They sound like air mephits."

You hear the voice inside your mind once again (except Kahwen), "Well done, you have succeeded. The lift will take you to Grasping Storm for your rewards."

Kahwen checks to see if the doors on the left hand side are locked from the outside. If the creatures inside are prisoners, he wants to discuss the possibility of freeing them with his fellow Pathfinders. If they're here voluntarily, he doesn't want to announce his presence.

"We probably should not dally. The boss is getting ornery." she says looking at the space behind Kahwen.

Ansha frowns, spotting the rune on the floor. "Anyone have some holy water?"

*Wink*

Shonne takes 10 if she can.

Shonne looks at the remaining golem, and says to no one in particular "So why does Grasping Storm need mercenaries again?"

With a burst of speed (i.e. haste from her boots) Shonne drops her bow, and retrieves her broad-bladed spear, and interposes herself between the cloudy giant and her companions.

"MOVE!"

Shonne sighs. How long do they think Kahwen and I can stand here?

"Kahwen, when I move, you might need to slide into my spot. We cannot let them corner us."

"They are alchemical creations, and not actually alive!"

With a burst of speed (i.e. haste from her boots) Shonne drops her bow, and retrieves her broad-bladed spear, and interposes herself between the cloudy giant and her companions.

"MOVE!"

+1 flaming spear v red (haste): 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23 damage: 1d8 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11 fire damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

"By the way, 'new' what?" Shonne asks Ansha.

The way I am given to understand the way knowledges work in these situations is that your characters sees something--a squirrel, a fire, the color red, or Karl, and they recognize them based upon their previous experience. There's no action, and if there was it would be free.

If we were sitting around a table it might look like this:

GM: The portcullis and the cage open revealing two large figures made entirely of clouds.

Player (vigorously waving a hand): What do I know about them? Do I recognize them? Is either of them Karl?

And so on.

The way it was described Shonne had seen them before hostilities ensued. Had they snuck up on us, or hit us from hiding, Shonne wouldn't have seen them and wouldn't have gotten to make the "roll" before they attacked her. So idea is that she's taking her 10 before combat, not during.

To move things along, just use the roll Shonne rolled for acrobatics for her take 10 knowledge check, and I'll reroll the acrobatics check here.

acrobatics (avoid AoO): 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (11) + 17 = 28

Shonne takes 10 on knowledge (planes) for 18.

"They are a golems made of mist! Do not electrify them!" says Shonne as she clicks her magical heels and dodges away.

acrobatics (haste, avoid AoO): 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (11) + 17 = 28

"This should slow them down." she says and weaves a gust of wind out of the still air and directing it at both cloud constructs.

Shonne uses her arcane bond.

Shonne repeatedly asks Kahwen "WHAT IS THE COMMAND PHRASE!?" at the top of her lungs before just using her own wand on the deaf birdfolk. These ones from the shop always have passwords that are a long string of random letters and numbers, so they can charge you more when you loose the scrap of scroll you wrote them down on.

So round 3ish if Kahwen starts promptly.
cure moderate wounds: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (7, 7) + 3 = 17 Want more?

Do we need to make fort saves for something else?

possible needed fort save: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

"That noise is our timer I fear. Kahwen proceed with the doors. Kahwen?" When he doesn't respond Shonne steps in front of him and points at a door.

That's Shonne's round three unless Kahwen does something in the previous two. She plans on healing him in the next couple.

Then she produces a wand and says something that may have been the command phrase and pokes it at the other elf.

That's a possible two rounds for me.

fort save: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

"A new what?" repeats Shonne, who throws a similar web of magical duplicates, moves a step, and draws her bow.

*sigh* "Fine then, do not tell me."

Shonne activates her boots, and steps toward the threatening storm cloud.

+1 comp longbow v a new something-or-another (point blank shot, arcane strike, deadly aim, haste, fatigue): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30 damage: 1d8 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16
THREAT!
CONFIRM?: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23 additional damage: 2d8 + 22 ⇒ (4, 7) + 22 = 33

+1 comp longbow v a new something-or-another (point blank shot, arcane strike, deadly aim, haste, fatigue): 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24 damage: 1d8 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14

+1 comp longbow v a new something-or-another (point blank shot, arcane strike, deadly aim, haste, fatigue): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22 damage: 1d8 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16

"A new what?" repeats Shonne, who throws a similar web of magical duplicates, moves a step, and draws her bow.

images: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

"A new what?"

Knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17

It's just one of those horrible monster things. ;)

Going to keep the game moving, so I'm assuming you're following the rails unless you post otherwise.

You reach the bottom of the stairs and unpack your friend, Kahwen, out of his crate. The moment the last of you reach the bottom, the stairs behind you dissolve.

A voice enters the mind of everyone but Kahwen, "Grasping Storm wants to know what kind of mercenaries he hires. Consider this a test of your abilities. You immediately recognize the voice as the Hala Demon from before.

Nothing happens yet, but there are many doors for you to investigate. Glancing at the portcullis also makes you consider that you may be able to force it open or disable it in some way.

"It is an escape room." says the third sylph in an irritated tone. "Grasping Storm is attempting to test our patience."

I think we are waiting on an answer to this post above.

YAY!

GM NovelEnigma wrote:

I'm going to allow it to let you look like a Slyph with the Mostly Human alternate racial trait since they have the humanoid (human) creature type. So yes, that works perfectly fine for this instance.

I was was going to use it to disguise myself as Efwurwa. Yeah. I know that folks probably know what they look like, but still.

= Deadpan humor. (i.e. The idea of disguising yourself as an invisible stalker (who everyone knows) is kinda funny.)

Ansha Saeralyan PFS wrote:

Disguised non-magically as a sylph, Ansha nods to the creature. "Yeah, we're with Efwurwa's group. Grasping Storm hired us on, so it should be expecting us. You the gatekeeper?"

GM NovelEnigma wrote:

The Hala Demon waves his hand, "...Surprised there are only two of you, but I guess good help is hard to find."

The third sylph holds up four fingers indicating how many of the gang are actually present.

The only thing funnier would be to pretend you are the minion of an invisible stalker who is always nearby (hence 4 fingers--obviously the daemon can't count). So I'll naturally go for the funnier of the two. Besides invisible stalkers are not sylphs and therefore I couldn't do that even if I really wanted too. ;)

Going to keep the game moving, so I'm assuming you're following the rails unless you post otherwise.

Schrodinger's Shonne So if Shonne can have the spells she is currently listed with she is outside the box, and looks like this. If not then she is wherever "the box people" are, and looks like herself, but with a totally different set of spells. ;)

{Look of consternation}

Disguised non-magically as a sylph, Ansha nods to the creature. "Yeah, we're with Efwurwa's group. Grasping Storm hired us on, so it should be expecting us. You the gatekeeper?"

The Hala Demon waves his hand, "...Surprised there are only two of you, but I guess good help is hard to find."

The third sylph holds up four fingers indicating how many of the gang are actually present.

The hood comes off and the familiar face beneath smiles at everyone.

The World's Most Interesting GM wrote:

You are missing a piece.

To clarify, a piece we have never seen or found?

Correct.

"Grrrrr! After all this--! Argh! Look: our mission is to stop the flooding. If we do not find the last piece of this poem, we will fail. Do not forget that this fox quite easily impersonated Dean Shaine to achieve his own ends."

"Well 'achieved' is a bit strong." says the "Deluged" Fox, self-deprecatingly holding up his tied wrists.

The Fox makes a face and sticks out his tongue.

"It's seven if you count the intro." says Pau's twin under his breath in response.

Sighing the bound Pau pulls a scrap of parchment from his belt. "You can't blame a fellow for trying."

The prisoner steps forward, and smiles gamely.

"Ahhh, that's the sort of go-getter spirit I like to see," Yigrig grins. "The slaves in question, they are housed in what was once an old pub near the docks. Not only is this location the heart of Dulm's slavery dealings but I believe it is also headquarters of the gang Dulm has been employing in his little war with Wulessa Yuul."

"I can also tell you that the pub consists of three different buildings: one on the north, one on the west, and one on the south. The northern building is where Dulm's associates sleep as well as receive their orders and payments, while the slaves are kept in the southern building. As to the western building, it currently seems to be unused. Ah yes, there are also guards and dogs that patrol the entire compound."

"PUPPIES!" gushes Lauranna.

Feeling mostly reassured that you're leaving Roderus and the Winding Road Inn in good hands, the rest of you accompany your three goblin 'saviors' out into the nighttime streets - sans hoods, unless you prefer otherwise, of course. The trio take you on a winding route through the back alleys and side streets into the Lower City district, where the docks and the world's largest bazaar can be found. You're eventually led to a darkened shop with a sign hanging above the door that reads Finest Traders and ushered down into the shop's basement.

Firstly, Lauranna returns to her room with the bed with triple the usual number of mattresses to change into her armor. She doesn't waste time with the make-up as this is all some sort of "big emergency" or something.

"AND NO PEEKING!" she shouts from behind the door.

To your surprise, the room is filled with goblins, each dressed in a different outfit: a goblin lamplighter, a goblin cobbler, a goblin barmaid, and more all stand around in a semicircle. At the front of the room stands an older goblin, taller than the rest and wearing a silk suit stretched over a protruding waistline. While the other goblins might fidget and chatter quietly among themselves, this older goblin stands perfectly still with the air of easy command one might expect from a nobleman, and when he speaks, it is with an easy, husky voice.

"Welcome, my friends, to my humble home. My name is Moneymaker," he smiles. "Yigrig Moneymaker, at your service, and this is my family," he continues, gesturing to the gathered goblins.

"Pleased to shake your moneymaker." says Lauranna extending a hand.

"I have heard-"

"LIES!" snaps the cleric.

"-good things about you from my son, Zig."

"Oh. Well, that's okay then." she says shrugging off the previous complaint.

"Sweet kid. A sweet kid who should not suffer for a crime he did not commit, wouldn’t you agree?"

"Wait. 'Zig?' You don't suppose he means our Zig, the kid who always looks so sickly, do you?" whispers Lauranna to the companion next to her.

"Listen here you Peeping Targos," growls the disguised Lauranna "if you try putting one of those sacks over my head we are going to start a round of croquet here on the second floor, and you all are going out the way you came in, but a whole lot faster."

intimidate! v the one on the left (size): 1d20 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 2 + 4 = 14

"Maybe the other guys and Silver(?) are into that sort of thing, but not me. I grew up in a cloister! I have standards!"

"PRESUMPTUOUS PERVERTS THEN!" says the disguised Lauranna raising her huge club.