Darkness over Arglondar

Game Master Chingo Chaplo

"Jabela, do you have any private rooms available? Rhialla asks with a smile, "The common room is fine if you do not, but a pretty girl like yourself might share in similar sentiment in regards to security. One can never be too careful."

Bhalur drinks his beer till end and thumps the tankard against table Well, never been so much drinker. It is ok but I guess I will be heading to the dreamlands if possible. Better to rise early and be off on our way Bhalur speaks to the rest of the group Well, hopefully Magnes comes back soon with the keyes

"He should return shortly. I wonder if he and Rhialla learned something new about our mission. When they do, I shall also go to sleep."

Magnes returns to the table after his conversation for the beautiful barkeep.
"So they passed through here, she didn't see anything off about them and like the investigator said they were headed for castle Blackrose. Secondly theres some kinda' cult or somethin' in the town of Dalakar. So we should watch our backs."

"A nobleman's daughter who might be kidnapped by or might be eloping with the half-vampire heir to castle Blackrose, a cult in the town of Dalakar and disappearances in the area. Only one way to find out which is which and what is connected to what. We got there, as we were planning anyway, and look around. I do believe the detect charm spell I acquired will be even more useful than we first thought."

"Aye, sounds like it will. Think I might need to go get some billyclubs fer everyone to use. This cult sounds like exactly the situation were we end up havin' ta fight innocent folks who've been turned inta' puppets."

Saps or other non-lethal weapons. Though taking a -4 with a normally lethal weapon is also an option. Justifying acceptable losses is also entirely reasonable, but I'm liking the idea of this group not being ok with murdering folks because of that.

Kevroth seems quiet since Rhialla arrived. He finishes his dinner mechanically and then tucks into his second mug of ale. He looks up after Magnes finishes speaking, "Were you able to find rooms for the night?"

"I understand the sentiment, but I think my hanbo will do fine in a situation where we need to fight innocent folk."
Koija held up the finely crafted wooden stick he had hanging from his belt and then put it back.

Don't forget, saps are martial weapons. I'm better of taking the -4 penalty with a weapon I'm proficient with over you spending money on a weapon which would give me the same penalty ;)

"Oh, aye we've rooms here tonight. Good price too. And ye've a point with yer fancy stick." The dhouvarr says snorting at the end of his sentence "Heh. point."

Fair, and none of the simple weapons are non-lethal. Though you could likely improv mini-saps as ammunition for a Sling.

Sabrik watches silently

After a short pause, sabrik nods and stands. I will be back, I'm low on food and will go hunt for another days worth of food

Sabrik leaves and gathers berries and such from the area
survival(gather food): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

Magnes glances to the wooden box set next to his coat "We still got food from that trade I made with the river boat captain, apples bread n' cheese. Don' go out hunting in the rain, will be more trouble than its worth."

I traded 3ish GP worth of alcohol, food is cheap in pathfinder so we I'm imagining we have another days worth at least.

Sabrik looks at Magnes sarcastically. yes of course, I must have forgot. But still, I'm going out. It's problem enough that we may not kill the dhampir, hence loose money, now if we get paid we split it six ways! I'm finding food whether we have any or not.

Sabrik slams the door on the way out.

he knows, I'm just conveying sabrik leaving rather than outwardly objecting, and sabrik actually is used to rain, having to sleep a lot in caves and such.

I'm just passing time, feel free to add on.

"I will be turning in for the evening. I look forward to travelling and speaking with you all tomorrow." Rhialla says courteously on her way to her room.

well gentelemen, I guess that is that for todays pleasantries. I am off to bed and I guess others too. You will join us soon Magnes or want to still enjoy your alcohol? Bhalur inquires politely

Sabrik comes In after about an hour. He then immediately goes to the room for him.

*dramatic music*

Magnes looks at the mostly empty tankard of ale. "Eh. Suppose we've an early day tahmorrah takin' an early night means we can get back on tha trail of all this sooner." The dwarf drains his drink and walks over to the fire retrieving his possessions.

Vodensday, Ambran 5th, 1247 DE
You get a good night's sleep. The bunks are quite comfortable considering the low price, and none of the others who shared the room with you bothered you particularly during the night. One was snoring a bit, but not very loudly. Rhialla, your room was better than you had expected. Such a room would have easily cost four derims or more in a city.

The next day comes, and you all feel well-rested and refreshed. Jabela comes up and opens a window and says "Good morning everyone. There's pottage, milk and bread ready downstairs for one thalen. I can also prepare a bath for you for one thalen, if anyone feels so inclined."

The rain hasn't quite stopped but it is reduced to a slow drip-drop, instead of the heavy pour of yesterday.

Sabrik decides to predict the weather again, rather than being wet again.

survival (weather): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

fail :P

Hm, I guess for one thalen having heavy and healthy breakfast is quite good. I do agree to that one Bhalur smiles as he stretches his body

I am fine with us continueing the journey. We are roleplaying quite a lot and I am getting itchy for first fights :P... and then CR 15 du-dum duuuuu

Rhialla comes from her room, this time fully adorned in her studded leather armor and battle ready with her longbow, spears, and long sword strapped or sheathed on her back and sides. She thanks Jabela for being such a lovely hostess, and eats her breakfast with her new venturing party she met from the night before.

Sabrik nods to Bhalur and sighs at the grey sky. Making it hard to see beyond the obvious. I'll go for a warm meal, as long as I don't pay for it

Rhialla sees enough thalen to Jabela to pay for everyone's hot meal in the morning.

Magnes yawns on getting out of his bunk and leans over to rummage through his things. He sleepily nods in agreement to breakfast and takes a seat near the window with the sun streaming in. The dwarf seems to almost instantly perk up on the rays hitting him and looks at his breakfast with eyes no longer drooping.
"Thank ya' Rhialla, was gonna barter some-a meh brew to her fer a good meal but with you buyin' tha meal I can save it. Well save some ah' it." The dwarf says glancing toward the several formerly empty skins of mead now filled with well something highly alcoholic.
"Good food though."

it seems slow now, time for an impatient bhakiri!

Sabrik finishes his meal almost immediately after getting it. With a grunt, he stands and smiles. I'm getting Brunswick! We have some work to do!
cue the response

Rhialla smiles and nods to Sabrik, and waiting until he has gone to get Brunswick asks, "Some of you were reserved last night, so I hope I am not imposing when I ask, what is his name and which one of you is Brunswick? Was he here last night?"

Magnes looks up from his pottage "Thas his horse lass."
As the Dwarf looks away a single paw reaches from under the table at which he sat snaggin his milk and dragging it into the depths. The dwarf looks down in irritation and sighs
"An' this is tha' furry hanger-on who's been followin' me the whole damned time."

"Mao" says the cat, not caring to look up as it licked its stolen milk from the ground.

Sabrik returns a minute later with his horse in tow. He begins feeding him and apologies to Rhialla for his previous attitude. I am Sabrik. This is my steed, Brunswick. He likes sugar, berries and Being scratched behind the ears.

Sabrik hogs everyone into getting a move on!! He is quite impatient with the slower of you and is suggesting that he just go ahead alone to kill the dhampir himself!

I am actually impatient, so sorry for trying to skip the lazy morning scene

Rhialla stifles a laugh as Sabrik brings the horse into the inn. "Oh my, what a beautiful animal, " she said standing to greet the horse. "Is he war trained? Is it safe to pet him?"

Rhialla gives Jabela a reassuring look before addressing those in the party, "A dragon, a horse, and a cat, quite the entourage. I have two cooshee's back home, but they were far too docile to bring along. Speaking of, Sabrik seems anxious to get moving, and I believe the sooner we arrive in Dalkalar, the sooner we can tend to our business. Cults, disappearances, and vampires has me worried, and just by being there, your noble's daughter is in danger regardless of her lovers true motives."

Magnes nods taking a cup from his belt and pouring some mead into it, drinking the beverage in one draw.
"Right. Lets get movin' then.

Time to get moving then the words leaving Bhalurs mouth as he stands up and walks outside

After passing a few miles of farmland the road east reaches Nelphent Forest. After having traveled for twenty minutes through the forest, an enormous wolf with a deep mottled gray coat and spikes protruding from its spine, appears from the woods, and takes position on the middle of the road in front of you. The horse-sized wolf is snarling and showing of its fangs which are as long as knives. It doesn't look like it'll let you pass.

Roll Initiative and tell me what you want to do.

Init: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
Magnes looks up from his flask of mead and down the road "Mah. Don'supose that's anybody's lost pet?"
K:Nature: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
And what would this creature be.

EDIT:
Apparently all the rum and unwashed-ness of his current life has made Magnes go blind. As such he can't identify a big nasty wolf that would like to eat us.

Initiative: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

"I doubt that."

Expecting Sabrik to say something about not hurting it

Rhialla readies to throw her spear at the angry wolf (or any friends it might have) at the first violent act of aggression from it. If it is already upon her (in melee) before she can act, then she will use her spear to attack it in melee.

Spear throw: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 181d8 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9 -1/+1 if in melee

She also keeps an eye out for being flanked or set upon by other wolf type creatures, they rarely act alone.

"Dunno what its problem is but if its coming over here I don't aim to let it hug me."
The dwarf says as he moves a bit forward, to provide a target. bracing his longspear against the ground and taking a shot of dwarven ale. His body reacting to the drink in strange ways as his muscles bulge.

Spear is braced. Magnes has a +4 alchemical bonus to STR. He also has a reach weapon. Which means if the Wolf charges him he gets 1 attack from the brace and 1 attack of opportunity from it being a reach weapon.

Initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Bhalur calmly watches the creature emerging from the woods and blocking their way. Calmly approaching it with slow steps as Bhalur draws his heavy crossbow from his hip and roars at the wolf

Standard Action:
Primal Roar: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

Free Action:
Draw Heavy Crossbow

Sabrik immediately objects
ignore my discussion post :(

He then suggest we avoid it,(I currently lack my animal empathy ability)

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 1 = 21

yay natural 20, that was initiative

Initiative: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

How's the Myst density in the area?

"Yep, tha's a dire wolf. And they are rather famous as Maneaters. we can't outrun it and its going to try to kill us."

The Myst is dense. 1d2 + spell level casting time

Sabrik growls and draws his blade(swift action)

Fine let's get this over with! But be warned, I will not kill it!

Sabrik uses primal roar intimidate: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Sabrik issues a challenge against the dire wolf.

I'm on Brunswick, mounted. Grants me a +1 to attack for higher ground, Brunswick is combat trained

"Good to know." Koija says driely. His stance changes as he starts weaving the myst around him. As his motions flow, small patterns on his Hanbo start to pulse in a sort of rhythmic fashion.

number of actions needed to cast his spell (using focus so reduced by 1): 1d2 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 - 1 = 2

When he finishes his motions he speaks an incantation.
"メイジアーマー"

Cast Mage Armor on himself, so AC is now 20.

Night before:

Kevroth, upon hearing that lodging has been secured, tosses back the last of his ale and stands, "Then I'll be off to my bed. I bid you all a good night."

Morning:

Kevroth accepts the offer of a bath before breakfast, and has to take his breakfast to go as a result, eating it was he walks with rain dripping from the brim of his hat.

Dire Wolf!

When Magnes identifies the beast as a dire wolf, Kevroth wastes no time loading and leveling his musket, ready to fire if the beast charges (he will hold his shot until the dire wolf is within 30 feet.

Initiative: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16.
Attack (touch AC): 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 4 + 1 = 20.
Damage: 1d12 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4.

The wolf whips by and it is all Magnes can do to lunge at it with his spear.
Spear Aoo: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 41d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

If the wolf is close enough to melee
Magnes then follows up with a second strike with his weapon after downing a flask of alcohol.
Spear: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 221d8 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

If the wolf is too far to melee
Magnes grabs two vials on his belt mixing the pair into one as it begins to bubble. The dwarf nods in satisfaction before looking to the beasts broad back and lobbing his cocktail.
Bomb: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 171d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Actions for the round. Move: Drink alcohol (Activate Shiner's stupor) Standard: Attack with spear if close, Huck bomb if far.

Will: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

Hit/damage drops by +2/+3 for the spear.
So hit would be 20, Dam would be 12.

The Dire Wolf - Round 1

Dire Wolf Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Initiative Order: Dire Wolf, Sabrik, Magnes, Kevroth, Koija, Rhialla, Bhalur.

Bhalur realises how dire the situation is and anger rises inside him.

Raising his Crossbow and taking aim at the damned wolf - a small prayer to Dragon Matron crosses his mind fast through as he has to attack against animal - and releases the bolt with snapping sound as an animalistic roar escape his throat and he takes a step forward while dropping his Crossbow

Standard Action:

Shoot Crossbow: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Confirm Crit: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
Damagex2: 2d8 ⇒ (8, 4) = 12

Move Action:
5 feet towards Wolf

Free Action:
Drop Crossbow

- x1 Crossbow Bolt, 1/2 Primal Roar left