[PFS PbP] CORE #0-04 Frozen Fingers of Midnight - GM Deussu (Inactive)

Game Master Deussu

Sagart poses a question to the dwarf and gnome, "We must make a decision... follow Jair and Yable or attempt entry into the warehouse and subdue the Ulfin guards and try to find the real lantern. Remember Master Skeleg is on the far side of alright and getting worse."

"If we stay and fight, we must prepare and use surprise to our advantage, without raising suspicion of the citizens."

"Well, there is this helpful little spell called color spray, that'll surprise 'em."Wrigsolar mutters, "Why do we care about the suspicions of the citizens? This part of the city, I'm pretty sure everyone has seen a fight break out."

Wrigsolar, being a barrister extraordinaire, knows that brawls between workers and sailors alike are commonplace in the docks, but actual combats with weapons and magic are rare, and tend to alert the watch. The busy streets would delay their coming though, and if properly quick the assailants could escape the scene before the guards arrive.

"Gustav" tries to have a little speak with his follows Uflfen while they are walk on the street.

so... Who want to take a beer after that?

"We have the best mead in our warehouse, no need to waste gold on these watered-down pints of piss!" one of the Ulfen laughs.

Pushing.

Jaïr and Yâble zigzag through the busy streets of Absalom with the clueless Ulfen guards with them. Eventually they get bored with the wild goose chase.

"We won't be finding them like this. Better we turn back and get back to warehouse, maybe they come to search Bengeirr instead. We strike then," Sven says.

Sagart decides to make a brash decision for the group... She bangs on the door and yells "Oi! Harbor master here, we've got a storm a comin' we jus need to check your moorings and ensure your sea doors are secure!"
She will ready her hammer at head level and wait for the door to open and crack the noggin' of whomever answers the door, then charge in with the hopes that her companions will charge in and close the door behind them...

Suprise Melee WarHammer Atk vs. guard: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
Damage?: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Knowing that her disguise will not last long, Jair tries to bluff the ulfen.

As her magic fades she says with a terrified voice

Look ! Look ! The curse is worse than before ! We need to go back to the ship ! Hurry !

Bluff: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20 +1 if they could be attracted by Jair

The other Ulfen men seem to buy Jaïr story by now. "Sure, let's get back." It will take some time before they return.

Meanwhile at the warehouse Sagart decides to make a move. As she yells out to Bengeirr several by-standers turn to look at Sagart first, then the hot Summer sky which bears no visible sign of a looming storm. Furthermore the Ulfen guard left on the outlook raises a brow and walks closer towards Sagart, hand on the axe's handle. "Oy, what är you yelling about? No storm here, begone!"

I'm going ahead and go forward with this lest we get stuck in this limbo for another three weeks.

But Sagart was ready to bang the guard coming through the door, and one Ulfen man coming up from behind doesn't make much of a difference, so she swings the hammer right to the man's face. The onslaught creates a panic on the streets, and the crowd almost instantly disperses with horrified screams.

ROUND 1

Drostan, Sagart
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Blue Ulfen (-7, flat-footed)
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Wrigsolar
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Bengeirr

Jaïr and Yâble are outside this combat, but can still act. They don't know about the fight that has started by the warehouse.

Drostan rushes over to the Ulfen, providing flanking for Sagart.
double move

Sagart re-engages the stunned Ulfen, calling on the blessings of Torag as she swings. Apparently he is attending to other matters...

Melee WarHammer Atk vs. Blue: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 + 2 = 9
Damage?: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Sagart's attempt to finish off the guard fails as the hammer misses its target.

The man yells something in Skald, and draws his axe. With a mighty swing, he tries to hit Sagart in retaliation.

Blue attacks Sagart: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

But he fails to penetrate the thick armor Sagart is wearing. Although the language barrier makes the guard's speech unintelligible it is obvious he is cursing.

ROUND 1

Drostan, Sagart
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Blue Ulfen (-7)
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Wrigsolar
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Bengeirr

Wrigsolar dashes forward with the Dwarf. Seeing his buddies in combat, he points two fingers at the Ulfen and sends an elemental blast its way.

Elemental Ray: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 3 - 4 = 14
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
should mention, Elemental Ray is versus touch.

For future reference, detail the type of energy damage dealt.

Wrigsolar's electric bolt flash from his hands and electrocutes the Ulfen man, who momentarily shakes violently in place and then drops to the ground, clothes smoking slightly. The crowd around you has almost completely dispersed albeit some remain to watch the combat. You hear loud whispers, commenting the onslaught. "Would you look at that, fried the man to a crisp!"

The warehouse door doesn't open yet, but Sagart hears footsteps just on the other side of the door. Bengeirr is most likely just about to unlock the door and coming to see what the commotion is all about.

ROUND 2

Drostan, Sagart
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Blue Ulfen (-11, prone, unconscious)
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Wrigsolar
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Bengeirr

Sagart will motion to Drostan and Wrigsolar that she hears someone approaching from the warehouse. Using simple hand gestures, while herself getting in position on the east side of the smaller cutout door, the cleric suggests an ambush in order to gain some advantage over who comes through the opening. Lastly, she gives a 'thumbs up' to the Gnome arcainist for saving her from the Ulfin's assured counter strike. Stealth: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

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A question to Jaïr and Yâble; do you want to lure the Ulfen men with you to a trap elsewhere, lose them in the city, or just walk with them towards the warehouse? Any other option is good too, just detail it. It helps me determine how the Ulfen guards arrive at the scene, if ever.

I was hoping to take the Ulfen in a trap with all our comrades, but they decided to attack the warehouse without us :P
So the next move is to go back to the warehouse and help our comrades taking it.

With or without the Ulfen men following you?

without i think

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Yeah, without them. To have time to help our comrades without the additional guards.

Pushing.

Drostan, Sagart, and Wrigsolar all position near the door, trying to stay as quiet as possible.

You hear a click on the door, unlocking, and next it opens up to the warehouse. Bengeirr has been anticipating an ambush, and is waiting at the side of the door, holding a greatsword in one hand and a peculiar lantern in the other. He seems most distraught about the assault.

I assume you have ready actions, but only one can get to melee with a 5ft-step. Detail your ready actions, and your actions for Round 3.

ROUND 3

Drostan, Sagart
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Blue Ulfen (-11, prone, unconscious, stable)
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Wrigsolar
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Bengeirr

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Meanwhile far from the warehouse Jaïr and Yâble find a sweet spot to lose their Ulfen companions; a crowded market area. When the Ulfen men's eyes are averted, both Jaïr and Yâble dash off to different directions. "HEY!" the Ulfen men manage to utter before setting off to catch you.

Jaïr and Yâble: Roll any skill check you like, and beat the DC of 15 and you're clean. I only demand you to detail how you use the skill to lose the Ulfen men behind you. For example, using Acrobatics to tumble past fruit and vegetable stands, or Disguise/bluff to pretend to be an ordinary customer at the market.

While in a busy street, Jaïr sees a crowd protesting against slavery in Absalom. It was the opportunity she waits for, the possibility to lost the ulfen guards by blending in.

But first, she tries to distract them to give her the chance to disappear in the crowd.

Bluff (diversion): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12 if I can take 10, I will

Just to not make this drag any longer, I'm allowing take 10 even though the situation would be classified as "stressful".

Drostan, his war axe in hands, waits for the door to open. When the door opens he quickly rushes inside, to the other side of the Ulfen. eat Aoo(s) and attacks.
Waraxe: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Damage: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

Curiously, Bengeirr is unable to strike Drostan as he dashes past him. Fortunate for him, Drostan's axe harmlessly clings against Bengeirr's half-plate armor.

ROUND 3

Drostan, Sagart
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Blue Ulfen (-11, prone, unconscious, stable)
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Wrigsolar
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Bengeirr

Sagart follows Drostan's rush inside the warehouse, ever reticent of the lantern in the big Ulfin's off hand. She seizes the opportunity hoping to either use the dwarf's move to conceal her attack or distract a free attack against the fighter. Melee WarHammer Atk vs. Bengeirr: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10  Damage?: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Damn these dice!

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Sagart too bangs Bengeirr's armor ineffectively. Bengeirr just smirks smugly, tightening his grip on the greatsword.

ROUND 3

Drostan, Sagart
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Blue Ulfen (-11, prone, unconscious, stable)
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Wrigsolar
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Bengeirr

Everyone's favorite Gnomish lawyer fumbles around for his scroll of color spray, as they get into position for the door

Wrigsolar dashes into the building. Seeing Drostan and Sagart corner the bulky Ulfen, Wrigsolar decides to put some more room between him and their foe.

Ready action was retrieving the scroll, round 3 Double move

Yâble starts to sing a little song with his group of ulfen."ma mère chantait toujours lala.... Oh song worm. Sorry guys."

just saying i am alive

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Yâble starts to sing a little song with his group of ulfen."ma mère chantait toujours lala.... Oh song worm. Sorry guys."

just saying i am alive

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Can you give me a skill check to try and lose the Ulfen man chasing you?

Une vieille chanson d'amour
Que je te chante à mon tour
Ma fille tu grandiras
Et puis tu t'en iras
Mais un beau jour
Tu te souviendras à ton tour
De cette chanson-là Bardic performance distraction dc 14

and than... Stealth!

stealth: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

The bard's distraction performance is, oddly, only applicable against illusions and magic, not to drive attention away from oneself. So instead I'm going to have to use D&D 3.5's rules for creating a diversion to hide as this bit of rules seems to be missing from PFRPG...

The ulfen guard seems to have lost Yâble, as he seems to ignore anything that sounds fancy. So in effect both Jaïr and Yâble lose the Ulfen guards, who remain at the market, unsure where their warehouse is now.

Meanwhile at the warehouse the combat continues, while most of the crowd has dispersed. While Wrigsolar moves deeper inside the warehouse, Bengeirr drops his lantern to the floor, and raises the greatsword to punish the trespassers, cursing in Skald.

As true gentleman's manners dictate, Bengeirr chooses Drostan to be his target. His blade sparks with deific powers, and the towering man's eyes flash with vengeance and destruction.

Bengeirr attacks Drostan: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20 for Damage (slashing): 2d6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (6, 3) + 1 + 1 = 11

The blade hits Drostan and wounds him seriously.

ROUND 4

Drostan (-11), Sagart
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Blue Ulfen (-11, prone, unconscious, stable)
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Wrigsolar
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Bengeirr

Sagart will place her hand on the Hammer pendant around her neck and give praise to Torag, Father of Creation, and channel positing energy healing Drostan.
Heal: 1d6 ⇒ 6
Then raise her buckler, taking up a defensive stance and narrow her eyes as she prepares her next move against the offending Ulfen Bengeirr...

The ulfen guard outside the warehouse is at negative hit points but within the range of a cleric's positive energy channeling, in effect it would also heal the enemy. Do you wish to proceed?

"Aaah, that hurts!" Drostan shouts when the man's blade strikes the dwarf. He returns the favor.
Drostan vs. Bengeirr: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Damage: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

A mighty blow from Drostan, but Bengeirr still stands even though his chest now shows a deep axe wound.

ROUND 4

Drostan (-11), Sagart (?)
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Blue Ulfen (-11, prone, unconscious, stable)
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Wrigsolar
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Bengeirr (-10)

if the Ulfin is at -11 and Sagart's heal is worth +6, he would then be at -5 hps and remain unconscious, right? If so I will stick with the move...

The value represents damage taken, not current hit points. Otherwise Drostan too would be in a bad shape.

Ok, I'm tracking... But what's done is done. Maybe Jair and Yable will return in time to deal with him, again!?

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Before Drostan strikes Bengeirr, Sagart is able to create a healing aura, which rejuvenates Drostan and revives the ulfen man outside. The guard is slightly befuddled, looks around, remembers what happened, and stand up grabbing his axe.

ROUND 4

Drostan (-5), Sagart
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Blue Ulfen (-5)
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Wrigsolar
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Bengeirr (-10)

Wrigsolar grumbles and points two fingers at Bengeirr. "Bang," he mumbles as a bolt of electricity shoots from the fingers.

Elemental Ray (Air/Electricity): 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 2 - 4 = 15
Damage??: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

and again, Elemental Ray remains against his touch AC

Wrigsolar's electric jolt zaps through the air and hits Bengeirr on the shoulder. A short shriek of pain, yet the man continues to fight.

Forced to melee combat, Bengeirr continues to smash Drostan, hoping to bring him down with one swing.

Bengeirr attacks Drostan: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Damage (slashing): 2d6 + 1 ⇒ (6, 3) + 1 = 10

Fortunately for Drostan, Bengeirr was temporarily blinded by Wrigsolar's bright lightning, and entirely misses the dwarf.

ROUND 5

Drostan (-5), Sagart
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Blue Ulfen (-5)
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Wrigsolar
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Bengeirr (-14)

The dwarven inspired cleric takes a mighty swing with her hammer, but her foe's armor does its job, this round.

Melee WarHammer Atk: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10  Damage?: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

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Drostan continues to attack Bengeirr.
Axe: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
Confirm: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Normal Damage: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
Add. Damage: 2d10 + 6 ⇒ (7, 8) + 6 = 21

I'm going to move Drostan to a flanking position, which will grant him a +2 bonus to attacks. That way the attack is a confirmed critical, dealing 33 damage.

Sagart delivers a blow which Bengeirr deflects with his greatsword. A smug grin on Bengeirr's face soon turns into a horrified scream, as Drostan manages to move behind the Ulfen man, outside of his view, and plunges his axe deep inside Bengeirr's spine, shattering the bone throughout. The scream is shortlived, as the lifeless corpse of the Ulfen warrior Bengeirr falls to the floor.

The remaining guard outside sees what happens to his leader, but instead of being mortified by the gruesome display, he lets out a shout that can only be translated as "DIE!" Furiously the man charges headlong towards Sagart.

Charge attack vs. Sagart: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 3 + 2 = 22
Damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

The man's attack is brutal, and almost completely takes Sagart off-guard. The blade strikes poor Sagart's helmet and the concussion sends her to the ground, unconscious. "You vill all DIE!"

ROUND 5

Drostan (-5), Sagart (-10)
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Blue Ulfen (-5)
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Wrigsolar
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Bengeirr (-47, "He's dead, Jim.")

Oh, thanks. I thought that the column would block me from moving into the square. Next time, no thinking, just asking :D

"Upsies..." Drostan says while looking at the dead man to his feet. "Do you want to end up like this guy?" he asks the Ulfen which just appeared.

Drostan has Sacred Touch and will use it if Sagart can't stabilize next round

"NYAAARGH!" replies the Ulfen man, politely.

Wrigsolar slaps the air in front of him and says a bit of archaic Gnomish. "Faln!"

Ulfen needs to make a DC 14 Will save against Daze.

"I may have bought you a few seconds, Drostan.

So I guess I sorta deserved this!;)

Stabilize: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (6) - 1 = 5

Doh! down to -2 HPs!

Ulfen will save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Wrigsolar's weird word affects the guard, who seems to be dumbfounded for a critical moment.

Sagart, meanwhile, continues to bleed.

ROUND 6

Drostan (-5), Sagart (-11, prone, unconscious, dying)
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Blue Ulfen (-5, dazed)
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Wrigsolar
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Bengeirr (-49, "He's dead, Jim.")