Arkandru Pavlencas |
Arkandru shouts in pain as the roc slashes at him again, then instinctively attempts to grab hold when the talon suddenly releases.
Too high!
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24
Assuming he succeeds (or if he fails but still has time), Arkandru channels energy to cast Heal on himself.
DC 5 check: 1d20 ⇒ 8
Heal (heightened to level 5): 11d8 + 5 ⇒ (7, 1, 7, 2, 7, 6, 1, 2, 8, 7, 5) + 5 = 58
After the healing sets in, Arkandru lets himself fall to the ground.
P.T. Fumbus |
"Come here! Come here!" Fumbus cries out to the remaining roc as he swings his blade.
Readied action; will just use Readied action from before if that's okay.
Zordox de la Flamme |
Zordox casts Fly on himself, scoops up a handful of small rocks and sets off into the sky.
"I cannot let ze goblin fall to hees death. I shall rescue him from a horrible fall."
GM Crunch |
Arkrandu manages to cling on long enough to heal himself before letting go. Fortunately, Miladistra slows his fall. He and everyone else has time to watch Thorax comically pull his roc to steer it into the ground, ploughing up a massive plume of snow. The goblin doesn't look any worse for wear, nor does his ride, which would be hard-pressed to do so. Without any immediate threats, Arkrandu's roc joins the remaining young one in flying away. They don't look to be heading towards their nest.
Combat over! Feel free to heal up, rest, look around, whatever you like.
Arkrandu -40
Trofimir -52
Harry -24
Thorax -107
Miladistra -49
Zordox -61
Fumbus -79
2E - Miladistra |
Miladistra is reaching for her crossbow when Arkandru plummets from the sky. "Ahh! Winds, heed my call!" Arkandru falls like a feather, landing gently upon the snow.
"I told ya'll we're not food!" Miladistra calls out to the rocs. "If your prey fights back for that long, you gotta let go!" The storm clouds rage around her as Thorax's roc gets the hint and flees.
"How's everyone doin'?" Once the clouds around Miladistra disappear, you see her already pulling out her mistletoe and a collection of leaves. "Do you guys mind spending some time here? I should have enough medicine to heal the immediate bruises."
Because magical healing scales very poorly in PF2, I'm going to spend 10 minutes using the Treat Wounds action (Page 9 of the 1.6 Errata.) The DC should be 24, since that's Medium for a level 10 party.
If no one minds, I say we spend an hour recovering.
Expert Medicine: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (5) + 16 = 21
Expert Medicine: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (10) + 16 = 26 (10 x your Con modifier, min 10) HP
Expert Medicine: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (20) + 16 = 36 (30 x your Con modifier, min 30) HP
Expert Medicine: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (1) + 16 = 17 If the DC is actually 27, then stop here, I can't heal you for the rest of the day.
Expert Medicine: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (20) + 16 = 36 (30 x your Con modifier, min 30) HP
Expert Medicine: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (13) + 16 = 29 (10 x your Con modifier, min 10) HP
"Alright, feeling better, now?"
We may not need the entire hour. I'm fully healed after 20 minutes.
I took the Natural Medicine feat (Page 169) as well, and that lets me heal someone. I'll help Thorax if he still needs it.
Master Nature: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (16) + 17 = 33
Whomever I'm helping gets 1d8 + 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (4) + (3) + 5 = 12 HP
Thorax Toothlicker |
We just Doordashed a 1,000-piece chicken meal. Thorax will want to stay here for at least a day. It's already been a month. No rush! And time to heal fully.
Thorax is, quite literally, the happiest you've ever seen him.
There's so much food he breaks out his master-quality cooking set and sets to work preparing the gargantuan feast for whoever wants it.
Cooking: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
He even offers a berry tart to the elf (heals 2d8+4 HP).
Arkandru Pavlencas |
Arkandru drifts to the ground, and bows to the druid. "My thanks, Miladistra." Assuming we're staying overnight, he will channel energy as soon as Thorax lands, making sure that Trofimir is in range, then will assist Miladistra with treating wounds (making aid another medicine checks if needed) once he has healed to full.
Heal (3 actions): 4d8 + 5 ⇒ (2, 2, 7, 3) + 5 = 19
Note: I think the single action Heal Arkandru cast while still grabbed by the roc should only have healed 9d8 + 5 when heightened to level 5, not 11d8; doesn't matter now, but it might later so I want to get it right.
When it is clear that the party will be camping, Arkandru starts working his way around the site, looking for signs of more unfriendly creatures or natural hazards.
(Not sure what to roll here, if anything - Nature, Perception, or Survival?)
Trofimir Is Playtest Bear |
Once his wounds are healed, Trofimir starts sniffing around the corpses of the dead rocs. As Thorax begins preparations for the feast, the little bear follows the goblin around waiting for him to drop something.
P.T. Fumbus |
Fumbus is grateful for the healing.
One turn of healing at 30 and one at 10 will bring him to full.
His is even more grateful for the food!
2E - Miladistra |
Miladistra accepts the berries. When the party decides to camp for the night, she begins foraging.
Miladistra can find enough food for herself. Can she find more?
Survival: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (19) + 15 = 34
Not a problem. Hopefully someone else doesn't mind nuts and berries.
Zordox de la Flamme |
Zordox says, I am all for camping ze night. I used far too many of my spells in driving off ze rocs. I must needs rest and prepare zem again zo zat ze next foes we face will meet my full powers and not half of zem."
He begins to memorize his spells as quickly as he can.
Thorax Toothlicker |
To Fumbus, "Az elfek így pazarlóak. Tökéletesen jó hús! Ő is segített megölni. De még mindig nem eszik!"
(via Google Translate–Hungarian)
After eating his fill, Thorax eats some more. Then, he spends the evening cleaning the Roc's skull (which doesn't mean much) before strapping it to the outside of his backpack, beak pointing up.
After packing the extradimensional pockets of his backpack with fifty pounds of charred chicken strips, he touches it all off with a few choice feathers.
That night he sleeps soundly in a pile of down.
2E - Miladistra |
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Miladistra keeps everyone's spirits up with a piccolo solo.
Performance: 1d20 + 14 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 14 + 1 + 1 = 32
It may be one of her best performances yet.
GM Crunch |
The team opts for some time to recuperate, full of good music and roc meat for whoever desires. Once spells are prepared and all else is ready, you set forth through the valley. It quickly leads to an old giant's road, several hours down which lies another landmark on Ogthup's map.
The site looks like the remains of an old building, likely a giant watchtower. But it has long since crumbled, leaving only the barest foundations and bits of staircase. Tufts of grass grow here, but most of the surrounding area is covered in a carpet of feathery lichens. Near the center of the ruin lies an irregular pit, 20 feet wide and 30 feet deep. This is the Pushing Hole, it seems.
P.T. Fumbus |
Fumbus looks around, hoping not to spot the tablets that Ogthup had mentioned had been dropped here by the Pushing Hole. He then looks at the weather to see if a windstorm may be on the horizon or why the wind may have been particularly strong here such as to blow the prior party about.
Nature: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 18
GM Crunch |
Per Fumbus's knowledge, the weather is as fine as it gets around here, and has been for a while - certainly no severe winds.
Thorax looks around, and immediately notices something strange about the hole. It appears normal to the untrained eye, a sinkhole with walls made up of numerous crumbling components. However, he sees a faint, yet surprisingly visible air current moving around the pit's inside. This likely signifies the presence of air-based magic or a similar creature, which currently lies dormant. At the very bottom lie three more stones, like the one Ogthup managed to bring back.
Arkandru Pavlencas |
Arkandru raises an eyebrow at Thorax, carefully pats down his pockets, shakes his head and shrugs.
"Sorry. No veasel."
P.T. Fumbus |
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"Fumbus' left his pets back home" replies the goblin. "And in a pit."
Fumbus then adds, "And half-eaten."
Zordox de la Flamme |
Zordox casts Detect Magic and tries to use either his Arcana skill to deduce more about the hole and possibly its magical abilities or rather the nature of its guardian.
Arcana: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (8) + 17 = 25
2E - Miladistra |
"I could summon an animal of some kind." Miladistra offers. "Any particular reason?"
Summon Nature's Ally 4 (Page 261) lets me choose from this list: Ankhrav, bunyip, cockatrice, dryad, giant scorpion, grizzly bear, hyaenadon, lion, minor elemental
Miladistra holds her mistletoe and tries to understand what kind of natural event could explain the wind patterns.
Nature: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (20) + 19 = 39
GM Crunch |
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Zordox finds no magic, but both he and Miladistra manage to figure out what's going on. No natural event, not exactly - an air elemental has made its home in this pit!
2E - Miladistra |
"Well, this is strange!" Miladistra looks on. "An air elemental lives here! Now, what do I remember about air elementals?"
Nature: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (4) + 19 = 23
"Should we just talk to it? I wish I spoke Auran."
P.T. Fumbus |
"Air elemental?" Fumbus muses, then his face turns a bit downcast. "Those are hard to burn."
Nature: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23
"Should we just talk to it? I wish it spoke goblin."
Zordox de la Flamme |
Not sure what Lore is needed here. Elemental Lore?
Zordox turns and looks at Fumbus with a smile. "Mon ami, I zink zat ees exactly what we should do. Ze question is how do we zo zis? Uzing another elemental might work, but zat ees not my academic area. Does anyone know of a way to communicate weeth ze aerial type creatures?"
He gives a Gallic shrug of the shoulders and ponders what could be done.
2E - Miladistra |
"I could summon a minor air elemental, but that doesn't really help- I can't talk to the elemental. Let me see if someone else can talk to it..."
"Nope. I could summon a dryad but that's about it. Let's hope this one is multilingual."
Arkandru Pavlencas |
The big man gives Trofimir an absent-minded pat on the head. "Ve could vait until tomorrow morning. I could ask the Lady of Graves for the spell of Tongues. Only for ten minutes, but it should be enough."
P.T. Fumbus |
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"Enough?! Hardly!" Fumbus states emphatically. "There is no way you can teach an air elemental how to speak goblin in only ten minutes!"
2E - Miladistra |
Miladistra giggles. "Maybe we should spend another day asking for the power of tongues. I don't think the elemental can learn goblin that quickly!"
GM Crunch |
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As you stop and think, the appeal of murder returns to your mind. Always convenient, always an option. Murder is your friend...
Huh, that was weird. Forgot what I was talking about. So would you like to wait to communicate with it?
2E - Miladistra |
Miladistra would wait, of course. She's a hippie peace lovin' tree hugger. But to speed things up..
Miladistra carefully approaches the air anomaly. "Hello there. Air elemental? We were hopin' you could answer a few questions for us about this cavern. Do- do you have a moment?"
P.T. Fumbus |
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"Fumbus speaks pain." remarks the goblin, clutching a vial of some alchemical substance. Nevertheless, the smaller Pathfinder keeps his distance as the longshanks approach the elemental.
GM Crunch |
Ah, sorry Harry. I was just giving everyone a nudge along in asking what would be done. But it looks as if you'll be waiting, so whoever wants Tongues can speak their piece.
Try whatever languages you might, nothing changes in the pit or elsewhere. It is all you can do to take a bored rest and wait for Arkrandu's new spells.
2E - Miladistra |
Interesting. Comprehend Languages (Page 211) can be heightened to 3rd level and then you can speak a given language. At level 4 we could all speak the language, too. Tongues is now a level 5 spell and lets you communicate in any language, period. Wait a second, these are Arcane and Occult spells, I can't cast it.
Miladistra is Trained in Diplomacy with a +13, so if someone casts on me I will make the attempt. Something tells me this will be for moot when the GM announces the Air Elemental 'fights to the death'.
Thorax Toothlicker |
From 50 pounds of chicken strips to 45...
After the group attempts talking, and nothing happens, Thorax turns around and heads to the nearby bushes.
*Those* bushes.
He carries back a *very* smelly sack, sneaks up to the edge of the pit: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (15) + 15 = 30, and quickly empties the contents below before jumping back and drawing his dogslicer.
"Works every time."