Walking Dad
First Post
"Fair lady, where did you say are you from? You know each other?" Sivan asks Talashia, looking back to Shayliss
CB's Pathfinder Beta -- Burnt Offerings
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Ambrus
Explorer
The collie sets aside the plate he'd been holding when he sees the fish platter fall and spill onto the ground. Success! Kell wags his long tail vigorously as he offers the kindly white haired woman a thunderous bark in thanks. He'd have to keep an eye on her.
The tawny collie turns his attention back to his feast. He had no need to hurry now; any food that touched the ground was from then on the sole property of the nearest dog. It was a rule that all civilized folk respected. Settling in for a proper meal, Kell sets to work on the spiced haddock fillets; savoring every bite.
The tawny collie turns his attention back to his feast. He had no need to hurry now; any food that touched the ground was from then on the sole property of the nearest dog. It was a rule that all civilized folk respected. Settling in for a proper meal, Kell sets to work on the spiced haddock fillets; savoring every bite.
CanadienneBacon
Explorer
Kell observes a mother dressed a tad too crisply for the day shoo a curly haired toddler from a dropped piece of half-eaten curry-spiced salmon, also at Ameiko Kaijitsu's buffet--though two tables down. Suddenly aware of a veritable cornucopia of dropped luncheon items, Kell detects the scent of lobster chowder wafting from the Hagfish's table, and a peppercorn venison from the offerings of the White Deer Inn. Oddly, no other dogs or small vermin are in sight. Usually, the festival square would be a mecca of leavings for any animal within a two-mile radius.
The day flows forward, the sun warming the afternoon air with thick golden motes of light that soon enough resonate soupily at the day draws to a close. At the advent of evening, the day's stiff trade winds die down and the air becomes humid, hot with the perspiration of so many bodies in tight quarters. Just before sundown, Father Zantus returns to the wooden podium along with Mayor Deverin and Sheriff Hemlock for the official consecration of the new cathedral. A large covered wagon accompanied by a pair of robed acolytes is wheeled into the square.
After a toast and a quick thanks to the crowd who is by now in the early stages of drink with Ameiko's early winterdrop mead, Father Abstalar Zantus -- the Cathedral's replacement for the dead Father Tobyn -- takes the podium and delicately clears his throat. Even with nothing more than his appearance and quiet throat clearing at the podium, the crowd softens its jubilation in order to pay better attention to the lead priest. No one is entirely silent, but many raised mugs lower in respect and the tone sombers a touch. Father Zantus begins with thanks and a welcoming prayer, his arms raised to the heavens, before launching into a brief oratory that soon spellbinds the front of the crowd three or four tables deep.[sblock=Oratory] "We gather today to honor tradition, to give thanks for a bountiful harvest, for friendship and fellowship, but also to offer dedication for this wondrous new work of artisanship that stands behind me and which shall for all the years stand in silent testament to grace, the mending of broken spirits and hearts. How fitting, then, that we should all once again revel in a tale of old, a legend of Desna filled with the promise of hope and a life of love and dreams.
Now, aeons ago, ere even you were born, John Thomas," Father Zantus gestures in jest to a bent old man at the gathering--surely one of the oldest men in town, judging by the creature's jagged row of bones jutting through a thin shirt of linen along the old man's stooped spine--before continuing, "one of Desna’s avatars plummeted from the Heavens after a great battle with Lamashtu, Goddess of Monsters and Madness. The blind orphan Yrit nursed Desna's avatar back to health, and to thank the child, Desna transformed Yrit into an immortal butterfly. In this form, the child Yrit could forever fly in the day and night, seeing all the wonders of the world." [/sblock]
Father Zantus pauses and softly gestures to the wagon. At the priest's signal, the pair of acolytes grasp the loose canvas covering the wagon and shoulder the heavy material backward, releasing a cloud of swallowtail butterflies who immediately take to flight, filling the air with gossamer hues of blue, green, and black. The members of the crowd in the square who hadn't yet stilled themselves to listen to Father Zantus's oratory do so now, and the air becomes filled with reverance as the "children of Desna" float and waft on a light breeze. Eager for the Luck of Desna to come to them, small children (and even some grown men, hazy with mead), extend anticipatory arms skyward, hoping for a butterfly to light upon a finger.
Father Zantus opens his mouth to continue weaving the legend, but a sharp retort, like the crack of distant thunder, slices through the drowsy crowd as the sun's setting rays paint the western sky. A lone stray dog -- the only dog of the day, other than Kell -- that has crawled under a nearby wagon to sleep starts awake as a woman's scream slices through the air. A moment later, another scream rises, then another. Beyond them, a sudden surge of strange new voices rises--high-pitched, tittering shrieks that sound not quite human. The crowd parts and something low to the ground races by, giggling with disturbing glee as the stray dog gives a pained yelp and then collapses with a gurgle, its throat cut open from ear to ear. As blood pools around the dog's head, the raucus sound of a strange song begins, chanted from shrill, scratchy voices.
[sblock=mfloyd3, Merlin's Shadow, jkason]
Elyra, Grokk, and Tac spot the shape racing by that killed the dog and recognize the beast as a goblin. The goblin now hides at the edge of the covered wagon--a single goblin, licking the blood from its dogslicer as it looks excitedly at the crowd, obviously seeking a new target. [/sblock]
Elyra, Grokk, and Tac made their Perception check and get an action for the surprise round.
Sorry, no love for Taran (despite a circumstance bonus), Talashia, or Sivan on the Perception check.
Initiative:
Taran 19
Grokk 18
Tac 16
Talashia 12
Elyra 6
Sivan 3
You are all within 30 feet of the covered wagon.
[sblock=Die rolls]In order to gain a measure of player trust and to verify that I'm correctly using the PF rules, I'm going to include die rolls for the first few sequences. After I'm satsified that we've reached equilibrium, so to speak, I'll cease revealing rolls--unless you specifically ask me to do so on a per circumstance basis.
Name Perception (DC 12), Initiative:
Ambrus 2, 17
Shayuri 5, 10
mfloyd3 10, 1
Merlin's Shadow 11, 19
jkason 12, 13
Walking Dad 10, 2[/sblock]
The day flows forward, the sun warming the afternoon air with thick golden motes of light that soon enough resonate soupily at the day draws to a close. At the advent of evening, the day's stiff trade winds die down and the air becomes humid, hot with the perspiration of so many bodies in tight quarters. Just before sundown, Father Zantus returns to the wooden podium along with Mayor Deverin and Sheriff Hemlock for the official consecration of the new cathedral. A large covered wagon accompanied by a pair of robed acolytes is wheeled into the square.
After a toast and a quick thanks to the crowd who is by now in the early stages of drink with Ameiko's early winterdrop mead, Father Abstalar Zantus -- the Cathedral's replacement for the dead Father Tobyn -- takes the podium and delicately clears his throat. Even with nothing more than his appearance and quiet throat clearing at the podium, the crowd softens its jubilation in order to pay better attention to the lead priest. No one is entirely silent, but many raised mugs lower in respect and the tone sombers a touch. Father Zantus begins with thanks and a welcoming prayer, his arms raised to the heavens, before launching into a brief oratory that soon spellbinds the front of the crowd three or four tables deep.[sblock=Oratory] "We gather today to honor tradition, to give thanks for a bountiful harvest, for friendship and fellowship, but also to offer dedication for this wondrous new work of artisanship that stands behind me and which shall for all the years stand in silent testament to grace, the mending of broken spirits and hearts. How fitting, then, that we should all once again revel in a tale of old, a legend of Desna filled with the promise of hope and a life of love and dreams.
Now, aeons ago, ere even you were born, John Thomas," Father Zantus gestures in jest to a bent old man at the gathering--surely one of the oldest men in town, judging by the creature's jagged row of bones jutting through a thin shirt of linen along the old man's stooped spine--before continuing, "one of Desna’s avatars plummeted from the Heavens after a great battle with Lamashtu, Goddess of Monsters and Madness. The blind orphan Yrit nursed Desna's avatar back to health, and to thank the child, Desna transformed Yrit into an immortal butterfly. In this form, the child Yrit could forever fly in the day and night, seeing all the wonders of the world." [/sblock]
Father Zantus pauses and softly gestures to the wagon. At the priest's signal, the pair of acolytes grasp the loose canvas covering the wagon and shoulder the heavy material backward, releasing a cloud of swallowtail butterflies who immediately take to flight, filling the air with gossamer hues of blue, green, and black. The members of the crowd in the square who hadn't yet stilled themselves to listen to Father Zantus's oratory do so now, and the air becomes filled with reverance as the "children of Desna" float and waft on a light breeze. Eager for the Luck of Desna to come to them, small children (and even some grown men, hazy with mead), extend anticipatory arms skyward, hoping for a butterfly to light upon a finger.
Father Zantus opens his mouth to continue weaving the legend, but a sharp retort, like the crack of distant thunder, slices through the drowsy crowd as the sun's setting rays paint the western sky. A lone stray dog -- the only dog of the day, other than Kell -- that has crawled under a nearby wagon to sleep starts awake as a woman's scream slices through the air. A moment later, another scream rises, then another. Beyond them, a sudden surge of strange new voices rises--high-pitched, tittering shrieks that sound not quite human. The crowd parts and something low to the ground races by, giggling with disturbing glee as the stray dog gives a pained yelp and then collapses with a gurgle, its throat cut open from ear to ear. As blood pools around the dog's head, the raucus sound of a strange song begins, chanted from shrill, scratchy voices.
[sblock=mfloyd3, Merlin's Shadow, jkason]
Elyra, Grokk, and Tac spot the shape racing by that killed the dog and recognize the beast as a goblin. The goblin now hides at the edge of the covered wagon--a single goblin, licking the blood from its dogslicer as it looks excitedly at the crowd, obviously seeking a new target. [/sblock]
Elyra, Grokk, and Tac made their Perception check and get an action for the surprise round.
Sorry, no love for Taran (despite a circumstance bonus), Talashia, or Sivan on the Perception check.
Initiative:
Taran 19
Grokk 18
Tac 16
Talashia 12
Elyra 6
Sivan 3
You are all within 30 feet of the covered wagon.
[sblock=Die rolls]In order to gain a measure of player trust and to verify that I'm correctly using the PF rules, I'm going to include die rolls for the first few sequences. After I'm satsified that we've reached equilibrium, so to speak, I'll cease revealing rolls--unless you specifically ask me to do so on a per circumstance basis.
Name Perception (DC 12), Initiative:
Ambrus 2, 17
Shayuri 5, 10
mfloyd3 10, 1
Merlin's Shadow 11, 19
jkason 12, 13
Walking Dad 10, 2[/sblock]
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Tac Abor, human rogue
Tac finds his pride and excitement instantly shattered by the dog's death. He doesn't recognize this one as the stray who frequented the build site, but thoughts of the oddly helpful Sandstone quickly came to mind.
"What the hells did you do you little ... goblin?" he calls out. He begins circling the goblin, trying to move to a position behind it without even thinking, eyes questing about for the best angle.
[sblock=OOC]Tac will draw his rapier as part of movement and start circling to try to get in a flanking position. Surprise round means he only has the move action, I believe. Activating Dodge, so his AC bumps +1.
Do you want to perform all rolls, or do you want us to do combat rolls with an online roller like Invisible Castle? No worries either way. [/sblock]
Tac finds his pride and excitement instantly shattered by the dog's death. He doesn't recognize this one as the stray who frequented the build site, but thoughts of the oddly helpful Sandstone quickly came to mind.
"What the hells did you do you little ... goblin?" he calls out. He begins circling the goblin, trying to move to a position behind it without even thinking, eyes questing about for the best angle.
[sblock=OOC]Tac will draw his rapier as part of movement and start circling to try to get in a flanking position. Surprise round means he only has the move action, I believe. Activating Dodge, so his AC bumps +1.
Do you want to perform all rolls, or do you want us to do combat rolls with an online roller like Invisible Castle? No worries either way. [/sblock]
Tac Abor, human rogue AC 16 (Dodge), HP 9/9
Tac wasn't a warrior, but he was a problem-solver. That's what engineers did: they weighed costs and benefits and made additions or subtractions based on what was best for the overall structure.
And this goblin, surely, was a piece of shoddy material that threatened to damage all sorts of extra elements if it wasn't excised. So while he preferred an abacus and a drafting table, a rapier was going to have to do for fixing this particular dilemma.
If he could just get someone else to distract it, he thought he might have a good angle on the critter's spleen.
[sblock=OOC]Rapier +3, 1d6 dmg (+1d6 Sneak Attack if flanked)[/sblock]
Tac wasn't a warrior, but he was a problem-solver. That's what engineers did: they weighed costs and benefits and made additions or subtractions based on what was best for the overall structure.
And this goblin, surely, was a piece of shoddy material that threatened to damage all sorts of extra elements if it wasn't excised. So while he preferred an abacus and a drafting table, a rapier was going to have to do for fixing this particular dilemma.
If he could just get someone else to distract it, he thought he might have a good angle on the critter's spleen.
[sblock=OOC]Rapier +3, 1d6 dmg (+1d6 Sneak Attack if flanked)[/sblock]
Merlin's Shadow
First Post
Grokk growls low in his throat. Foul goblins! Is there no limit to their evil? The half-orc draws his hammer and shield and charges the goblin with a guttural cry, his hammer a blur as he tries to bring the creature down.
[sblock=OOC]Both rounds, Grokk will attack the goblin.[/sblock]
[sblock=OOC]Both rounds, Grokk will attack the goblin.[/sblock]
Walking Dad
First Post
Confused, Sivan readies his weapon and takes some steps towards the poor dog.
Elyra was caught off-guard as Tac and the half-orc charged the goblin. She drew her sword and looked to Tac, but resisted the urge to run after her cousin and protect the reckless idiot.
Something's not right, she thought. It would be suicide for a lone goblin to charge into town and start cutting things. She scanned the town, searching for other intruders.
[sblock]Elyra is making a Perception check. Base +8, +10 to spot goblins (favored enemy).[/sblock]
CanadienneBacon
Explorer
Surprise Round [Tac, Grokk, Elyra]
After licking its bloodied dogslicer clean and letting out a victorious but garbled whoop, the goblin by the wagon hops back and forth over the carcass of the dead dog, pulling and tugging at the dog's fur until great tufts of skin and hair litter the packed dirt in a three-foot ring around the dog.
Grokk growls low in his throat. Foul goblins! Is there no limit to their evil? The half-orc draws his hammer and shield and charges the goblin with a guttural cry, his hammer a blur as he tries to bring the creature down. The hammer misses the goblin but flays the side of the wagon, sending a shower of splinters into the air with a loud crack. As wooden shards of wagon fly, the goblin dancing rings around the dead dog grunts in surprise and looks up to spot a massive and angry half-orc bearing down on him from the front.
Tac finds his pride and excitement instantly shattered by the dog's death. Although he doesn't recognize the dog as the stray who frequented the build site, thoughts of the oddly helpful Sandstone quickly came to mind. "What the hells did you do you little ... goblin?" Tac calls out. Beginning to circling the goblin, Tac draws his rapier and warily moves to a position behind the goblin, his eyes searching for the best angle. After circling north and then east a few paces, Tac finds himslf at the edge of the northern byway that skirts the north face of the public square in front of the Cathedral, by the rear wheel of the wagon. A loud crack, followed by the sound of splintering wood alerts Tac to the presence of a potential ally, causing Tac to lunge forward to take a shot with his rapier at the distracted goblin. The tip of Tac's rapier eases past the goblin's leather armor and holes into the creature's backside 'til the rapier is buried halfway deep. Tac filets the goblin in the liver for 4 points of damage, causing the goblin's eyes to burn red with fear and quivering rage as it turns its head to perceive that its days are shortly numbered. Sandwiched between Grokk and Tac, the goblin wildly swivels its head, clearly seeking an escape route.
Caught off-guard as Tac circles north and the half-orc charges the goblin, Elyra draws her sword and looks to Tac, but resists the urge to run after her cousin and protect the reckless idiot. Something's not right, Elyra thinks. It would be suicide for a lone goblin to charge into town and start cutting things. Scanning the town, Elyra searches for other intruders and quickly notes two other wee but reeking beasties scrabbling in the festival square in front of the Cathedral. The first goblin Elyra spots clambers onto a nearby buffet table of food. Its eyes wide with glee, the goblin drops its stubby blade and commences stuffing an entire smoked salmon down its gullet. Not bothering to chew, the goblin wretches but continues to stuff itself, sending a spray of flaked fish over a nearby human woman garbed in frilly lace and a ruffled collar. The woman screams and blindly begins to flail, trying to get away from the hideous goblin perched atop the serving table.
Hearing a cry across the square some 50 feet distant, Elyra looks up to spot a smaller goblin hopping back and forth, making faces and waving a dogslicer in front of a frightened child devoid of her parents. The goblin snarls, taunting the girl, eliciting a second higher-pitched shriek from the terrified child--much to the goblin's delight, for it closes the gap and makes another face then waits in eager anticipation for the girl's reaction.
******************************End of Surprise Round, Start of Round 1***************************
The festival square alights in a chaotic frenzy of screaming citizens, most of whom drunkenly scrabble from the scene. A haze of dust soon thickens the air as folk push back from tables and trip over one another in pandemonium, dropping all manner of silverware, ale tankards, and platters in their wake. Taran, Sivan, and Talashia all spot two goblins in the northeast corner of the festival square--one goblin is cornered and bleeding between a reedy human man (Tac) and a towering male half-orc (Grokk), while a second goblin appears to be distractedly stuffing its gullet with smoked salmon atop a nearby buffet table. In the south and west corner of the square, more shouting and shrieking is audible above the din of dust and fear.
Status: one wounded goblin by the wagon, flanked by Tac and Grokk. One unwounded goblin on top of buffet table close to wagon (within 30 feet of all PCs). One unwounded goblin scaring a small child, 50 feet distant (Elyra is the only one to have spotted the third goblin).
Initiative:
Taran 19
Goblins 18
Grokk 18
Tac 16
Talashia 12
Elyra 6
Sivan 3
[sblock=Die Rolls]Name, type of action, raw dice roll / roll after modifiers
Goblin Initiative 17 / 18 (+1 init)
Grokk Charge 3 / 7 (+2 attack, +2 charge)
Tac Sneak Attack 10 / 15 (+3 attack, + 2 flanking)
Tac Damage 3, 1 (2d6, total 4 dmg)
Elyra Perception 15 / 25 (+10 vs. goblins) [/sblock]
After licking its bloodied dogslicer clean and letting out a victorious but garbled whoop, the goblin by the wagon hops back and forth over the carcass of the dead dog, pulling and tugging at the dog's fur until great tufts of skin and hair litter the packed dirt in a three-foot ring around the dog.
Grokk growls low in his throat. Foul goblins! Is there no limit to their evil? The half-orc draws his hammer and shield and charges the goblin with a guttural cry, his hammer a blur as he tries to bring the creature down. The hammer misses the goblin but flays the side of the wagon, sending a shower of splinters into the air with a loud crack. As wooden shards of wagon fly, the goblin dancing rings around the dead dog grunts in surprise and looks up to spot a massive and angry half-orc bearing down on him from the front.
Tac finds his pride and excitement instantly shattered by the dog's death. Although he doesn't recognize the dog as the stray who frequented the build site, thoughts of the oddly helpful Sandstone quickly came to mind. "What the hells did you do you little ... goblin?" Tac calls out. Beginning to circling the goblin, Tac draws his rapier and warily moves to a position behind the goblin, his eyes searching for the best angle. After circling north and then east a few paces, Tac finds himslf at the edge of the northern byway that skirts the north face of the public square in front of the Cathedral, by the rear wheel of the wagon. A loud crack, followed by the sound of splintering wood alerts Tac to the presence of a potential ally, causing Tac to lunge forward to take a shot with his rapier at the distracted goblin. The tip of Tac's rapier eases past the goblin's leather armor and holes into the creature's backside 'til the rapier is buried halfway deep. Tac filets the goblin in the liver for 4 points of damage, causing the goblin's eyes to burn red with fear and quivering rage as it turns its head to perceive that its days are shortly numbered. Sandwiched between Grokk and Tac, the goblin wildly swivels its head, clearly seeking an escape route.
Caught off-guard as Tac circles north and the half-orc charges the goblin, Elyra draws her sword and looks to Tac, but resists the urge to run after her cousin and protect the reckless idiot. Something's not right, Elyra thinks. It would be suicide for a lone goblin to charge into town and start cutting things. Scanning the town, Elyra searches for other intruders and quickly notes two other wee but reeking beasties scrabbling in the festival square in front of the Cathedral. The first goblin Elyra spots clambers onto a nearby buffet table of food. Its eyes wide with glee, the goblin drops its stubby blade and commences stuffing an entire smoked salmon down its gullet. Not bothering to chew, the goblin wretches but continues to stuff itself, sending a spray of flaked fish over a nearby human woman garbed in frilly lace and a ruffled collar. The woman screams and blindly begins to flail, trying to get away from the hideous goblin perched atop the serving table.
Hearing a cry across the square some 50 feet distant, Elyra looks up to spot a smaller goblin hopping back and forth, making faces and waving a dogslicer in front of a frightened child devoid of her parents. The goblin snarls, taunting the girl, eliciting a second higher-pitched shriek from the terrified child--much to the goblin's delight, for it closes the gap and makes another face then waits in eager anticipation for the girl's reaction.
******************************End of Surprise Round, Start of Round 1***************************
The festival square alights in a chaotic frenzy of screaming citizens, most of whom drunkenly scrabble from the scene. A haze of dust soon thickens the air as folk push back from tables and trip over one another in pandemonium, dropping all manner of silverware, ale tankards, and platters in their wake. Taran, Sivan, and Talashia all spot two goblins in the northeast corner of the festival square--one goblin is cornered and bleeding between a reedy human man (Tac) and a towering male half-orc (Grokk), while a second goblin appears to be distractedly stuffing its gullet with smoked salmon atop a nearby buffet table. In the south and west corner of the square, more shouting and shrieking is audible above the din of dust and fear.
Status: one wounded goblin by the wagon, flanked by Tac and Grokk. One unwounded goblin on top of buffet table close to wagon (within 30 feet of all PCs). One unwounded goblin scaring a small child, 50 feet distant (Elyra is the only one to have spotted the third goblin).
Initiative:
Taran 19
Goblins 18
Grokk 18
Tac 16
Talashia 12
Elyra 6
Sivan 3
[sblock=Die Rolls]Name, type of action, raw dice roll / roll after modifiers
Goblin Initiative 17 / 18 (+1 init)
Grokk Charge 3 / 7 (+2 attack, +2 charge)
Tac Sneak Attack 10 / 15 (+3 attack, + 2 flanking)
Tac Damage 3, 1 (2d6, total 4 dmg)
Elyra Perception 15 / 25 (+10 vs. goblins) [/sblock]
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