|
| 3 people marked this as a favorite. |
Had one scenario where we basically had to run up a tower while fighting. Finish that off and of course the next fight is the boss arriving at the bottom of the tower. So the monk jumps off and slow falls his way to the bottom. My life Oracle who had only gotten half way to the top of the tower looks down and jumps to the bottom. He takes the damage and goes prone.
What made it funny was when pretty much everyone else in the party jumped down after him starting with the fighter.
Sounds like it's time for the old "Cleric's Feather Fall".
|
| 6 people marked this as a favorite. |
Context aside, a bunch of Korvosan passersby got to see five people collectively stomping a cow carcass down a manhole while explaining, "It's okay! We're Pathfinders! We know what we're doing here."
If I ever return there, I'll use Prestige to name a friendly aberration as a Local Contact!
|
|
| 3 people marked this as a favorite. |
We were playing The Green Market. Our barbarian waffle chef had set up a stand and my magus had set up a coffee stall.
So, nice guy that he is (and with his dumped wisdom and nonexistent sense motive), my magus whispered to his latest patrons "Better watch out. There are suspicious characters about." One of the thugs then started looking around for these suspicious characters lol
That wasn't what started combat though. Some of the other thugs thought it would be a good idea to antagonize our waffle chef by knocking over her waffles. Combat started with a mithral (non-stick!) waffle iron to the face.
|
|
This needs some explanation, methinks."Tell you what: if you don't ask me why I detect as Chaotic Evil, I won't ask you why you've been to Hell."
"Agreed. In other news, I hate the Decemvirate."
"Me too."
I'm not sure what Vint had in mind exactly, but it is possible for a PFS PC to have an evil aura. A neutral cleric to an evil god will detect as evil.
|
|
| 4 people marked this as a favorite. |
Had a comical Confirmation moment this past week:
I believe the quote after the game was "putting the pee back in pathfinder"
I am so thankful for our GM who has monolithic patience for our antics.
|
| 2 people marked this as a favorite. |
Mine came about during the Cyphermage Dilemma when I was playing my primitive weapon wielding slayer Roga Gula.
Roga also likes to refer to anyone in the party who is the face as his lawyer and anyone who can carry his extra weapons as his caddy.
Also he has this obsession with creating a bloody mess. A fact that has made for some uncomfortable moments when his favorite caddy/lawyer revealed to him that he was a, "Bloatmage, an arcanist with a penchant for easy bleeding". After his eyes went wide his next move was to try and dissuade him by telling him that he wasn't just an easy bleeder, but that his blood was magic. Suffice it to say Roga's been eyeing him like a stuck pig ever since.
Beyond that he also has had long angry rants at some guy named Bruce who runs around and thinks that calling himself "Flying nocturnal mammal man" or some such stupidity somehow makes him either more intimidating or more respectable.
|
|
| 1 person marked this as a favorite. |
Ohh once we were playing Decline of Glory and my buddies Cad fighter defeated a gang of 4 goblins at range with a crossbow, a chair, a thrown cutlass, and a dead goblin.
He shot one with the crossbow sitting in the chair, stood up and threw the chair at the next one, walked up and chucked his sabre at the 3rd, and then picked up the 3rd by the sabre sticking out of his neck and horked it at the final goblin.
He then proceeded to mount the last goblin on the end of his longspear and stick it into the next rooms ahead of the part as mob bait, working its mouth with a stick and saying in common, "Blarg blarg blarg I'm a Goblin! Blarg Blarg Blarg!". It was only after about 5 minutes of this he remembered he spoke Goblin and then proceeded to say in that beautiful tongue, "Blarg blarg blarg I'm a Goblin! Blarg blarg blarg!"
Did I mention he was Taldan?
Also he killed a druid with a mug and a bookcase that game.
|
|
Context aside, a bunch of Korvosan passersby got to see five people collectively stomping a cow carcass down a manhole while explaining, "It's okay! We're Pathfinders! We know what we're doing here."
If I ever return there, I'll use Prestige to name a friendly aberration as a Local Contact!
I actually did this!
Except for me, it was a mule and a keg of beer. And he reached up and pulled the (dead) mule thru the manhole in chunks... while I explained to any passers by "move along - nothing to see here!"
and yes, I spent the PP to make her a "Foreign Contact"!
|
I once revived an unconscious guard as my swashbuckler and instigated a duel to the death, just to regain panache. I almost died, but I won. Then I realized killing blows we're defined as reducing to zero or less, which I had done in the first place.
Another time, a guy asked to borrow my kitten, and when I agreed, he slammed it against a door until it died. He reimbursed me the 3 CP though, and I let him keep the dead cat, which he later incorporated into his fighting style.
|
| 9 people marked this as a favorite. |
From a game a few months ago: the bard opened a door to find a man holding a bloody mace and two dire lions inside. Naturally, we rolled for initiative immediately, which the bard won. Standing in the doorway, he cast confusion on all three, and all three failed their saves.
Cleric: "So, what do we do now? Do we go in?"
Bard: "Nope, we shut the door and wait."
|
| 2 people marked this as a favorite. |
At a Core Campaign table this week end, we had one of our younger players trying her hand at judging for the first time.
The judge was the youngest in the room ("I'm 14 and 3/4 ... almost..."). anyway, it was a great game full of lots of laughs. Her mother was the next youngest person at the table of six players (the mix was 5 and 2, with only two guys at the table).
One memory stands out, when the judge was discribing an NPCs job, she used a term she was not sure of the exact meaning of... and her mother leaned over to whisper to her exactly what a brothal was. Suddenly the NPC had a job in "a TAVERN, like a INN with a BAR". It was great! and I guess you could say the game was educational too.
|
| 2 people marked this as a favorite. |
Trying to rescue a Pegasus
GROUP HUDDLE
*rabble rabble rabble rable rabble*
*shuffle the huddle over to the Pegasus fence, leave room for the Pegasus to join the huddle, which it does*
Cast Carry companion. Walk off.
|
| 1 person marked this as a favorite. |
Succubus dominates fighter, commands him to "come here and embrace me."
Fighter heads up, grabs onto her, grapples efficiently.
Diva bard uses Scathing Tirade to frighten the succubus.
Fighter holds on for dear life, while Succubus fails to concentrate to teleport away.
This lasted for a few rounds before either the Succubus rolled a 20 or the fighter rolled a 1 (not sure which), but it was a pretty satisfying visual in the meantime.
|
| 3 people marked this as a favorite. |
Trying to rescue a Pegasus
I accomplished the same thing at PaizoCon using nothing but a potion of invisibility to get into the pen, a suppository of gaseous form and a gentle whisper of "don't clench" to the pegasus.
later in that same adventure I bluffed my way into the boss's office using a potion of reduce person, a birthday cake and a monotone rendition of "happy birthday" - my alchemist is the worst chelaxian klown ever. all they saw was a birthday cake tottering into the office a few inches off the ground, I was hiding beneath it.
|
|
the most aggravating session of We Be Goblins ever (for the GM, aka me) consisted of the party working together to take down Cuddles. one player would open the door, Mogmurch would throw a bomb, next player would close the door. Cuddles couldn't do anything because the door didn't stay open long enough.
poor, poor Cuddles.
|
|
| 1 person marked this as a favorite. |
Trying to rescue a Pegasus
GROUP HUDDLE
*rabble rabble rabble rable rabble*
*shuffle the huddle over to the Pegasus fence, leave room for the Pegasus to join the huddle, which it does*
Cast Carry companion. Walk off.
When I ran this one, the party tried to barter their velociraptor (acutally the wildshaped druid) for the pegasus. The fact that it could talk was a selling point, but the fact that it did nothing but insult the two handlers soured the deal somewhat.
The same druid has also carried an entire Pathfinder team over a large chunk of the Tanglebriar in the form of an owl, with the rest of the team hanging from a rope clutched in his talons.
|
| 5 people marked this as a favorite. |
During one of the many unlawful moments of one scenario, my paladin took a survey of the inhabitants views towards a certain evil organization. The other pcs did the whole larceny and random violence while I took a clipboard with the following
Do you feel
Very opressed
Somewhat oppressed
Neutral
Somewhat free
Very free
|
|
| 2 people marked this as a favorite. |
I just ran a game of Hall of the Flesh Eaters with a... colorful party, where the sanest character was the gunslinging Mana Wastes gnome who rides a wolf. The rest were a paranoid dwarf druid from Mwangi who wears a crab hat and whose fight or flight reflex consists of enlarging himself, an Int 5 nagaji who is roleplayed as such, a ranger who won't stop running everywhere yelling his own name as a battle cry, and a half-orc who rides a horse named Hiace (because he can't ride a bear yet) and who spent PP at level two to get a herald to announce his arrival.
The dwarf overheard that the half-orc had participated in the Society's attack on Jormurdun, so he asked about that experience.
The orc's response contained the line "the floors ran slippery with the diarrhea poop of terror".
|
|
| 5 people marked this as a favorite. |
At the risk of descending into childish giggles....
I recently ran The Segang Expedition. Without giving spoilers, at one point there is a very small space that a Small creature could potentially access with a really high DC.
One of my players was running an uber-sneaky Halfling, and figured this was right up his alley.
So, he makes the attempt.
Fails.
Tries again.
Fails.
Tries again.
Fails.
Gets stuck.
The rest of the party pulls him out.
His request to the rest of the party?
"Lube me up and let me try again!"
|
|
This is more of a long term story:
My -1 character, is Pippen, a druid Gnome. Her first pfs mission went into the blakros museum. Little did I know that pretty much the majority of her 1-5's would be blakros missions. Her latest delve into the museum was the season 6 mission, where she
|
|
| 8 people marked this as a favorite. |
So, here's the setup. I won't spoiler tags anything because what happened really had nothing to do with the scenario.
There was a structure that the party had to climb up on, and badguys at the top. Level 1-5
The Bard in our party has Perform-Oratory, but he skinned it as 'constructive criticism.' Basically he ran around shouting 'do better!' and 'No! Hit him HARDER!' He starts performing because he can't make the climb check DC 10
My Samurai makes it to the top and runs over to a badguy. Bad guy takes a five foot step back and shoots him. Next turn, I take a five foot step forward, challenge, and critical hit (at level 5) for 64 damage. GM looks up his stats, sees that he's true dead from one hit, turns to me, and says something like "Y'know that scene in Equalibrium? Where he slices the entire front of that guy's face off with a Katana? And it just hangs there for a minute before sliding off? Yeah, you do that."
Meanwhile the bard finally makes it up to the top, all the while shouting "I don't know what you're doing, but I'm sure it could be better!" Then he turns to see my samurai and just says:
"G . . . .good . . . yeah, good job. Everyone, do what the samurai did."
me: we look in the room carefully.
GM: its empty except for a shiny sword leaning against the back wall.
ninja: no one en-
barbarian: SHIIINY! i charge into the room.
We were breaking out of jail for various reasons, and we were in the basement and they had a demon soul smuggling ring, and there was a portal too outside we wanted to use. I, The Cleric, was keeping watch. The vampire showed up, and I intercepted got a good channel smite in, and it did 3/4 my hit points in damage. (It was APL+3, we were supposed to run, i was just stalling). So i said "Guys, i could use some backup, Barbarian get over here".
They take there turns and reply, "We are all through the portal and its closing. You might want to hurry"
You find a random hut in the wilderness.
"I scan it for poison"
|
|
| 1 person marked this as a favorite. |
Mine came about during the Cyphermage Dilemma when I was playing my primitive weapon wielding slayer Roga Gula.
** spoiler omitted **
Roga also likes to refer to anyone in the party...
From my playthrough from the Cyphermage Dilemma
Busting into the warehouse, we decided on a two-pronged assault. One group will try to talk our way in on the side door, and the other will bust in from the front door if things get bad. Our zealous cleric of Serenre (he was an evangelist-kinda guy, but just a base cleric) decides he will just knock on the front door.
PC: "GENTELMEN! Have you heard of the light of Saranrae!?" GM makes him roll a diplomacy check at like, -10. He nat 20s for something like 22, even with the penalty.
NPC mook: Y'know, I have been worried about my immortal soul lately . . ." (proceeds to let us in.)
|
I will be posting what happens when you spam slumber outside of combat as a snarky, pissed off elf who has never seen any form of combat outside of a book, he won't be exactly USEFUL in combat, but a talent for being a major suck up and a decent artist means that he might be able to help the party in unexpected ways.
Like asking if he can draw the BBEG because hes just so terrifying and such a perfect specimen of <insert race here> that he must be recorded.
|
|
| 2 people marked this as a favorite. |
The NPC is trying to decide between the pathfinders and the aspis consortium to solve a problem. He asked for a demonstration of martial prowess.
The druid wearing a necklace of aspis badges, blond hair, and the symbol of calistria takes out a club, looks to the aspis agent, and smiles...
|
|
| 4 people marked this as a favorite. |
The town is in political turmoil with no apparent resolution to be had. The party has two vague ideas, one of which is to institute a democracy.
An "old man janitor"* is busy cleaning a temple. The party tries to get a little information out of him, and he suggests asking the deity directly.
So of course I sit down in front of the altar, eyes closed and try to commune with the deity, imploring me to show me how to help their people.
The Janitor asks what would make me think the deity needed my help. I pointed out that no one else was helping, which means we need some divine intervention, fast. He laughed, said I would know the sign when i saw it, I continued meditating, eyes shut.
Well, the party sneak decided to throw on a ring of invisibility and look around.. which didn't impress the janitor much. He turned into a giant multi headed mons... person of multiple tetage so horrifying to look at that looking at him made you blind. The sneak got blinded, and so did the alchemist trying to attack him with a swarm of bees. The monster moved out of the swarm and around the building.
So my I hear all this commotion, opens my eyes...and sees a giant swarm of bees standing where the old man was. "Ahah" I conclude "The many shall rule as one then, Democracy it is!"
To top it off, the only way to get blindness off the alchemist for the moment was to use accept affliction.. making me the perfect person to take an anonymous ballot.
* These are janitors only slightly more often than little girls are little girls.
|
Regional Venture-Coordinator, Baltic
|
| 2 people marked this as a favorite. |
When they have to expose the Torch' relics as fakes they discover that the skull is human, but should be elven. The bard declares: "This skull is clearly not elven. Look for yourself: No pointy ears!"
I once played with someone who had a half-orc monk named "thud".
|
|
In my experience, some of the most entertaining moments in PFS come from bluff attempts, both successful or otherwise.
|
|
| 2 people marked this as a favorite. |
Someone with inside knowledge on Zarta Dralneen's diary was under a compulsion to reveal its contents to us during the fight. Having someone scream the Paracountess's dark secrets to you while trying to kill you is both hilarious and terrifying.
Extra props to the GM for running that scenario cold!
|
|
| 3 people marked this as a favorite. |
GMed Mists of Mwangi some weeks ago and EVERY PC failed the save against the fog.
No fun for the wizard but the barbarian had the time of his life.
Longish story follows:
I recently ran this too, one of my all time faves in fact, and two characters failed their saves. The first one got taken down by a whole bunch of nonlethal damage while his baboonish mate was held back by judicious use of Handle Animal. But the mate...oh boy.
They tried the same approach, but the barbarian-turned-ape was completely unassailable in regular combat. Imagine this mountain of meat given monkey superpowers and you got it. So they backtracked. A plan was hatched!
A few hours later, there was a deep dark pit on the museum lawn. In the pit, was a live goat. On top of the pit, a cover made out of shredded topiaries found around the museum. On top of the cover...another goat! This one's sheepish gaze was turned towards an unassuming hedgerow behind which it could just barely hear sniggering.
Then the summoner brought out the nastiest, the most squishable thing he could summon and a few rounds later the mist birthed their apeish compatriot, thundering behind the creature. A bit of luck and down to the hole he went, taking around 14 falling damage on the side. Then they dropped rocks upon him, threw nets and finally shot him full of bolts as he roared in fury while bursting out of the pit(yeah, about that climb speed...)
End result: Some very dead goats, a fat ape full of bolts and bruises and a fervent wish upon a star to never come back to this hellhole of a museum.
I'm totally running Voice in the Void next.
|
|
| 1 person marked this as a favorite. |
Currently in The Confirmation with a full table of Vigilantes. One of the members started to stealth his way to the swimming person, while another was following him, stealth as well. Once the swimming person turned around and saw the two, he screamed quite loud, causing the second vigilante to get startled, scream himself, and run off. The first vigilante didn't know he was being followed was also startled by the scream, and started to chase after the second vigilante. Meanwhile, a somewhat level headed vigilante started to chase after the two, yelling at them about not splitting up, leaving the rest of the party in the chamber, with the frightened/confused gillman.
I'm liking the fluff for these characters already.
|
|
| 1 person marked this as a favorite. |
Ooh! Mantis' Prey reminded me of my time in that one as well!
So she cries out, "I have an idea!", takes the leather in one hand, and runs up the stairs with her Burning Hands wand in the other.
She returns a little later, empty-handed, sadly shaking her head.
She tried to save face, but the cost ended up having to come out of her Chronicle sheet.
|
|
So last night, missed a will save to a confusion type effect. Ended up rolling "Attack your nearest party member". So I draw my only weapon, a silver dagger that I mostly carry as a letter opener. "Ok, I rolled an 18... for a total of 19. For 1d4-4 damage. Did I hit?" The rest of the party just kind of looked at the crazed sorcerer, laughed, and ignored me while they continued on their business.
Fortunately, I made the save the next round, since that round the effect changed to "Attack your party to the best of your abilities" instead of a wimpy melee strike, at which point I'd have started tossing around DC25 will saves...