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"Arr, shut yer pie hole," Wyeth says as he pokes Tseka with the butt-end of his fauchard. "I no be carin' 'bout no Grand Lodge nor hearin' yer yammerin' neither!"

Unfortunately Wyeth doesn't have any of the Restorations memorized, and Oracles can't choose spells on a daily basis. Sorry, Marduk!

Craft: Alchemy (Day Job): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

EDIT: Added...

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14

Man, things moved fast! Last time I checked it wasn't even Wyeth's turn yet, I check in now and BAM!

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 16

"Arr, no escape for a scurvy dog like you, Tseka," Wyeth says to the stealthy ratfolk. But, it draws away and into the shadows before he can strike again... and then many other things happen, including a pit opening beneath the feet of all the rodent peoples!

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

"No sense of decency, and no courage either," Wyeth says towards the ratfolk. "Ye didn't see me surrenderin' when I fell in a pit, arr!"

"Aye, I'll help ye with that," he says as he rapidly advances on Makino. "Ye'll not go down for treason because ye'll go down dead!"

Fauchard: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 9 + 1 = 17 No idea if that's a hit or not.
Damage: 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

On second thought, looking at the map with Wyeth's new location, Makino may have partial cover from Marduk and/or the pillar? In which case that's almost definitely a miss. Sorry, rushing to get this in before the edit window closes (had to redo the post thanks to a "backtracked too far" error).

"Arr!" Wyeth cries as he leaps forward and swings his fauchard through a vicious arc at another ratfolk, who is preparing to attack from behind a column. "There be no sense of fair play to ye, I see!"

Fauchard (Power Attack): 1d20 + 9 - 1 ⇒ (16) + 9 - 1 = 24
Damage: 1d10 + 7 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 7 + 3 = 18

Since Ratty McRattensneak is hiding and I can't see him on the map, I'm not sure the above is legal. It doesn't appear there's anything stopping that maneuver and I see no real cover, but I'll retcon if necessary.

Wyeth eyes Gob but holds his tongue beyond a single "Arr."

I have no idea how to handle this, so someone better than me should make the call. Also, if we didn't use the rhinarium paste, did we bring it with?

And a double "no" for me.

Wyeth nods at Gob's remark. "Aye, makes sense that does, this flask'd be conjurin' for true."

@Wyeth: Just to let you know, half-elves have the keen senses trait :) also, look over the loot for something interesting to aid with that!

Sheesh, I dunno how Wyeth can have high perception when his player is blind. I actually looked for Keen Senses on both Wyeth's alias page and in Hero Lab. But it's not on the former (I guess I didn't bother because it's a simple static bonus to Perception), and is on the Background tab -- not the Feats/traits tab where I looked -- in the latter. So I missed it and was thinking gee, you must have to be something primal like catfolk to have that. Thanks for the whack with a clue-stick.

Not that the auto-success will help us much, since he doesn't have Linguistics. :op

Perception DC 10: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

I saw the loot list item but there didn't seem to be a reason to use it (barring meta knowledge). But let's let Wyeth make an observation, and maybe somebody else can follow through.

Fascinated by the flask, Wyeth pings it again with a finger, turns it in the light to study it, even sniffs it in an effort to understand how it's made, since it won't be covered in class until Alch 301.

None of that tells him anything about the phial but, focused on sniffing, he picks up another scent... no, an odd mix of scents, very faint, very subtle. Sniffing, he moves about the room, eventually zeroing in on a bundle of lab notes he'd missed before. Riffling through them, he eventually pulls out one specific sheet. Sniffing near it, then repeatedly across and down the paper, he looks at it and frowns.

"Arr, any ye scurvy dogs got a talented smeller? This here sheet's got all manner o' scents on it. I'd say random chemical spills, but too orderly they seem for that. Almost like it's a... code."

He looks up from the page and around at the others. "Or some kinda writin'. But it's far beyond me ken, arr."

Hey, think we can keep this scenario going for about another month? September 19th is International Talk Like A Pirate Day...

"Thankee for the rescue, mateys," Wyeth says as he dusts himself off after having been recovered from the pit. "And yer welcome fer me findin' the pit fer ye." He pauses to look over the edge. "Be nothin' down there but baby skellingtons of..." he pauses to point at the rat-creature... "that thing, arr."

Really? Alchemical stuff and not a single Alchemy skill roll? Who wrote this thing?!

Heal DC 17: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Spellcraft DC 19: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21
Appraise DC 18: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (5) - 1 = 4

Wyeth leafs through the notes and alchemical bits, then stares at the flask. Something about it...

Picking it up, he flicks it with a finger to hear how it rings, then casts Detect Magic on it. (Followed by slowly sweeping the spell's cone of effect around the room while it lasts, to check for other magic auras.)

Once done, he rubs his chin while staring at the flask a while longer. "Arr. This here be remindin' me of someat I hear-ed of in alchemy class. Ye keep a simple potion in 'er, and a week after ye drink it, she refills." He looks around at the others. "A healing potion, or someat else maybe better?"

Everbody can read that spoiler for details, but essentially, any L1 potion gets recreated a week after being consumed. "Flask of Reconcoction."

Also, Urban Dictionary says "someat" (meaning "something") is recently coined slang, but I swear I remember reading it in an older/lower-class British/Medieval context ages ago. Anyway, Golarion ain't Earth, so I'm using it. ;o)

Looking around and seeing neither threat nor exit, Wyeth quickly shucks his pack. Knowing he has no grappling hook to aid a climb out of the pit, he instead grabs a flask of acid.

"Arr! Incoming... err... upcoming! Heads up... arg... I be meaning down, mateys!"

So saying, he hefts the flask and then lobs it in an upward arc.

Wyeth's sixish feet tall and the pit's 30' deep, so three Range Increments will get the flask about five feet above the floor. Figure another RI to get a nice arc up and into the room. He's throwing blind but he'll shoot for 10' in from the edge of the pit and 5' from the wall to maximize potential splash damage.

Acid Flask RTA (Splash): 1d20 + 5 - 6 ⇒ (3) + 5 - 6 = 2 Ouch!

The oracle yelps, ducks and covers as the flask shatters against the edge of the pit's opening.

Haha... I have no idea how to handle a Splash Weapon miss from below! With this geometry I don't think there's a way anyone else can get hurt; should I just take normal splash damage on Wyeth and be done with it?

LOL... okay, so falling 30' is only a Move Action, gotcha. ;o)

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

Unless you're planning to sic something on him in the pit, you can probably take Wyeth out of the melee list. He has nothing he can cast from here that would be useful to the combat above, and the conflict will probably be over before he can get back to the group. Your call of course, just trying to save you some hassle. :o)

If he doesn't see a threat, it's a MA to stand up from prone so that eats into the SA. But basically it's "look around for a way out."

Just FYI, you have Wyeth bolded still, but his action was to scope the pit to make sure it's safe to get up and, presuming no looming threats, getting to his feet and then start checking for a door/passage out.

Dang. I mean... Arr!

Wyeth staggers to his feet and looks around to assess his situation.

Actually looking first to make sure there's no risk in getting up. If there's nothing threatening down here with him, he'll stand and then check for an exit.

Did this happen before he could invoke the magic, or did it happen during and he lost the spell?

Wyeth suddenly steps up and around the corner, flinging a hand at Yekai. "Arr! That be enough, ye scurvy dog!"

Invoking Cause Fear. Frightened: 1d4 ⇒ 3 rounds or DC 13 Will save to Shaken for one round.

"Been there, done that" (as you well know, haha), but thanks!

Wyeth blinks at the man's sudden change in attitude. That worked? he thinks with a bit of admiration for Marduk's diplomatic abilities.

But, his assessment changes as the beefy monk says something in a guttural language, then confers with the group. "I can, and will, talk to him," Wyeth says quietly, "but I'm with Hakime -- we don't need to be fighting, do we? If Marduk thinks it's a dicey situation, let's apologize for disturbing the guy and go check the doors."

Wyeth frowns. "Close it. Close it now."

"Arr, nice decorating job," Wyeth says as he looks around the room with one eye. "Unsettling, but nice."

"Me mate Gob here scares the jerkin off most folks so he's tryin' fer ways to fit in, arr." Wyeth leans in a bit conspiratorially and lowers his voice. "And if I was you matey, I'd not annoy the Marduk, there. He'll rip yer head off and spit down yer neck soon as look at ye, if he be annoyed."

Intimidate: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

All the best to your father for a smooth and rapid recovery, GM!

"Arr," says Wyeth, who had been silent and nervously scanning their surroundings throughout the odd conversation. "You're a strange lookin' thing and beyond me ken," he declares. "But cute, I'll say true. A pipfox, eh? Whereabouts ye be from, ye fuzzy little thing?"

Unfortunately Wyeth has exactly one Knowledge skill, and it's at +0, sigh. Maybe he could teach the little fella some alchemy?

Maybe the bear that ate his leg was...

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Not happy with having jumped through hoops to little benefit, Wyeth grumbles something about not being a trained performing animal as he detaches his cape and stashes it in his backpack.

Disguise: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Diplomacy (Gather Info): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

No Kn:Local here either. Other than his cape Wyeth's dressed in pretty plain/mundane stuff. As long as you don't count his 'possum-skeleton helm. Which probably makes him look more disreputable. And let's not forget the peg leg and eyepatch, heh.

"Arr, I'm not bein' no performer, nor here to entertain you or anyone else, lassie. And not much of a scuffler either, thanks to this," he says as he reaches down to pat his metal peg leg. Without warning he continues the motion quickly around to pull the fauchard from his back and execute a vicious hooking maneuver.

Trip (Fauchard): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25 I'll leave it to the GM as to who gets tripped, maybe some random passer-by?

"But I get by, arr."

Since she mentioned "take-downs" I figure that's an acceptable alternative demonstration...

Wyeth, with his actual peg leg and added eyepatch and affected pirate accent, objects to that assertion. :op

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"Arr," Wyeth says as he adjusts his eyepatch, "this dark and dismal not be to me liking!" He takes a deep breath and smiles. "But at least the smell be right! Aye, that salty air, she be refreshin', eh mateys!"

Can a Diplomacy be thrown on a Kn:Local as an Aid Another?

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

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Wyeth nods and follows without a word.

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"That good," Wyeth corrects Marduk. "Intimidation is a useful tool."

"Linguisitcs?" Wuzzat? :op

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Ditto on Marduk's apologies, had some unexpected issues last week, digging out now.

Marduk looks at Wyeth. "Suppose i could pass for a smuggler if i look angry enough?"

"Friend, you're frightening even with a smile on your face. You'll do fine." He looks down as he waggles his metal prosthesis. "Can't fake this. I suppose I can throw on an eye patch and pass for a scurvy pirate. Arr."

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In the Cresting Blossom, Wyeth pauses just inside the doorway, silently stepping to one side as if guarding the others.

Open to Deepmarket Deception or "whatever" here as well.

Safe travels, Benson!

I will admit you guys went off the rails trying to go back in town with Verdant Spark and the scenario doesn't offer guidance on what happens if the party attempts that, so you forced my hand there.

Way back in prehistory I GMed a few isolated games as well as the start of a homebrew campaign. (Benson's player was one of the people who graciously suffered through that.) One of the very hard lessons I learned was that you can never presume to know what the players might do!

And I think you handled our "derailing" with aplomb.

I agree with Benson: Thank you for running this. I've never been very good at investigative scenarios, but I enjoy them nonetheless.

Thanks also to Benson for the effort of collating/composing/presenting the group's report. Well done and greatly appreciated!

Day job roll was 22, from one page back. NO rush on a Chronicle for me, so if you have to defer some, you can make mine one of them.

Looks good to me as well. In addition to what Hakime suggested, we might also mention that the Spark indicated it was "sleeping," and that if it ever awakened its influence would spread to the entire world. That seems pretty important (and unnerving).

Should we explain that Robori was an intentional fabrication for the comfort of the people versus some sort of misinterpretation, or is there no point in that level of detail?

Any anyone want to help Wyeth? He seems to only find shady casters.

Haha... yeah, Wyeth's about as bad as the catfolk Koshukhep in a Mummy's Mask AP I'm in. That poor guy is forever buying useless totems and bogus religious symbols from some scammer in the market, and they never work when he needs them.

Thankfully, Wyeth's second purchase did the trick (unless you mistyped when you said 10 or better?)

DUH... dawns the light... you meant roll a 10 or better, didn't you. I'm a goof. Okay...

Caster Level Check: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21 There we go. 450 GP.

On the return voyage

Heal DC 15: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

"I hope this doesn't mean that foul thing woke up," Wyeth growls in frustration as he scratches furiously at the patches... an action that brings only the briefest relief. Having tried and failed to throw off the infection, he makes up his mind to visit a proper alchemist or herbalist when they got to town, rather than continuing with his own still-limited skills.

Caster Level Check: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

150 GP wasted. You know, it's one thing when you're self-casting, but bought from the market such things really should come with a money-back guarantee. Ponying up for another shot.

Caster Level Check: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Benson, I think you covered everything, except for how the homeowners were aware of the bats living in their own attics, and how they could tell "their" bats from others, almost as if they were pets. As far as I know we still have no idea what that was about, either.

Wyeth should also keep his mouth shut during the debrief, since between the 300 GP expense, the bout of agonizing itching, and the general weirdness of the place, he might well suggest the whole area be written off as a loss and nuked. :o)

OH... DM, while at or on the way to Mage*Mart, or Magics-R-Us, or whatever chain has a stall in the market here, Wyeth will ask around about whether there was recently a sudden, brief ailment affecting the plants and crops hereabouts.

Gonna miss you, Benson. You're a good man to have on the team.

I'm fine with the delayed scheduling.

Day Job (Cr:Alchemy {Herbologist}): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

"I, for one, hope that thing stays asleep. I don't care to be 'helped' the way it would offer, and to subject the whole world to that..." He shudders.

"Speaking of which, there's still something off about all this. Plants all around wilting and dying off because this thing wasn't snug in its bed? Nowhere else do growing things depend on some sentient sleeping seed!"

Then Wyeth pales a bit and looks around at his companions. "Unless... unless this wasn't a local effect, and plants everywhere went sickly while we had this thing removed. In that case maybe it is some kind of weird plant god."

"If only we had some way of communicating with people elsewhere, to ask them."

I demand to know why cellphones haven't been invented yet!

Intelligence: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3 Durrr...

Wyeth shakes his head in frustration. "Even false gods cause no end of grief," he laments quietly.

Wyeth leans over and speaks quietly with Gpb. "If that thing was somehow responsible for the growth and health of all the trees and plants hereabouts... is it possible it was so powerful it was also causing 'growth' even on young children?"

He pauses to think, then continues. "And if it was corrupted somehow, and we've interrupted that, maybe we've interrupted this 'disease' as well?"

Wow, have you guys ever been busy today!

Perception DC 15: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

Wyeth nods in agreement with what the others have said. "A seedling in a distant cave doesn't affect other trees in this way. Not normally, and certainly not a sacred tree! Something is wrong here. Very wrong. And considering the zombie plants that attacked us, I'd say something evil. Something has been out of kilter here for a while, something has been causing all your troubles and strange occurrences. Surely you can see this unnaturalness is likely connected. Please, let us bring this plant-to-be, so full of life and energy, to your priestess so she can evaluate it!"

Diplomacy (Aid Another): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Wyeth looks around at all the wilting foliage. "Seems more like a... heart for all these plants. If there were such a thing."

"I wouldn't mind a nice stack of waffles when we get back," Wyeth says to Gob, before handing the wand back to Benson. "Alright, let's go."

GM, does your last post imply we've (or Benson has) explored the entire cave?

Wyeth unfortunately does not know what it is.

Dammit GM, I'm an alchemist, not a botanist!

Spellcraft->Vine: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

"You have good eyes, old friend," Wyeth says as he claps Marduk on the shoulder and peers at the items.

Okay, I laughed. :o)

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I rolled and failed on the two earlier Knowledge (Nature)s, but I'll toss a Perception on the pile.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

Thanks, Marduk. Great to be back!

GM: Ah. The +6 tripped me up so badly I didn't recognize it. Thanks!

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Didn't spot anyone rolling on these, so...

Kn:Nature DC 19: 1d20 ⇒ 11
Kn:Nature DC 12: 1d20 ⇒ 2

Wyeth takes a step back and swings at the plant creature before him.

Fauchard (Cold Iron)->Plant Man (Yellow): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20
Damage: 1d10 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

GM, I'm not sure how you were calculating the -1 to hit or the +6 additional damage when you botted Wyeth, so I went by my usual figures; please adjust as necessary.

Thank you, Hakime!

At least Benson had a good reason (gaming!) and his absence was short.

On the other hand, all I can do is apologize for my extended "away" time. Life unexpectedly went off the rails for a good while. I started spinning back up on my games last week, but I still have a couple to go... lots of (general life) catch-up to do and that's sucking up gaming time. Still, I think I'm basically back. Thanks for the botting, GM, and thanks for your patience, to everyone.

Man, I can't believe I missed out on an ape joke... sigh.

"Anyone speak 'plant?' " Wyeth asks as he jockeys for position. "Tell these things to lay off or we'll destroy the pod... seed... thing!"

+4, wow.

"Lovely vacation spot," Wyeth says dryly as he pulls a square of cloth from his pack. (Fluff.) "Might want to tie something over your nose and mouth, I've been told bat guano can carry diseases and we might be kicking up some dust if any of it's dried out." He proceeds to follow his own recommendation.

"Anyone see which way to go from here?"

Even if it's a legitimate concern, I doubt a kerchief over the face will help. But I had to do it.

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"I think she should come."

Sorry about missing the cloak chase, had some real-life stuff come up. Probably for the best anyway as it was a stretch for Wyeth to have been involved. Hasted horse... right... :oD