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[Pathfinder] The Fog of War
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Mark Chance
Boingy! Boingy!
The heroes move into action. Opinions about what is going on are exchanged in a mixture of trepidation and bravado. Sam's spell reveals no evil present within range. Weapons are readied. Jon's greatsword's regular sheen is dulled to a flat gray in the fog. The head of the arrow nocked by Sam trembles ever so slightly against the tension of the bowstring.
The cold bites. It digs like needles. Mellisande's teeth start to chatter. The moist, earthy smell of the mines becomes mixed with other scents: urine, smoke, something oily. The ground underfoot shifts from stony hardness, growing softer.
The fog thins slightly. Trees fade into view as the mines fade away. In the foreground, three men kneel at the edge of a freshly dug pit. One of them prays in a tremulous voice. Behind them are strangely uniformed men holding what seem like weapons, something similar to hand crossbows and heavy crossbows, but lacking the means to fire bolts. One of the uniformed men -- the one closest to the party -- laughs, harsh and compassionless.
Other uniformed men stand farther away. As the fog continues to thin, the moment at which the party will become visible rapidly approaches.
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Initiatives and actions, please. Use Invisible Castle for your various dice rolls. We start with a surprise round, so a single standard or move action only.
The kneeling men and soldiers are 15 to 20 feet away. The men in the background are about twice that distance. The freshly dug pit is about 10 feet square. Its depth cannot be determined at this moment.
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[sblock=Special Considerations]
The party will discover that the pull of gravity is less than normal for them. The following game effects should be remembered: +5 Str for carrying capacity, +2 on CMB checks, +2 on Acrobatics, Climb, and Swim checks, and +10 feet base speed. If applicable, work these into your posts, to include your characters' reactions to the effects.
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[sblock=The Scene before the Party]
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The cold bites. It digs like needles. Mellisande's teeth start to chatter. The moist, earthy smell of the mines becomes mixed with other scents: urine, smoke, something oily. The ground underfoot shifts from stony hardness, growing softer.
The fog thins slightly. Trees fade into view as the mines fade away. In the foreground, three men kneel at the edge of a freshly dug pit. One of them prays in a tremulous voice. Behind them are strangely uniformed men holding what seem like weapons, something similar to hand crossbows and heavy crossbows, but lacking the means to fire bolts. One of the uniformed men -- the one closest to the party -- laughs, harsh and compassionless.
Other uniformed men stand farther away. As the fog continues to thin, the moment at which the party will become visible rapidly approaches.
[sblock=OOC]
Initiatives and actions, please. Use Invisible Castle for your various dice rolls. We start with a surprise round, so a single standard or move action only.
The kneeling men and soldiers are 15 to 20 feet away. The men in the background are about twice that distance. The freshly dug pit is about 10 feet square. Its depth cannot be determined at this moment.
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[sblock=Special Considerations]
The party will discover that the pull of gravity is less than normal for them. The following game effects should be remembered: +5 Str for carrying capacity, +2 on CMB checks, +2 on Acrobatics, Climb, and Swim checks, and +10 feet base speed. If applicable, work these into your posts, to include your characters' reactions to the effects.
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[sblock=The Scene before the Party]
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Andor
First Post
[sblock=OOC![:]](http://www.enworld.org/forum/images/smilies/devious.png "Devious :]")
Have I mentioned I hold a special hatred of Nazis? I know what we're looking at but I'm trying to see it through Sam's eyes. He doesn't know who's who or who has done what. He doesn't even really know what's about to happen. If he were a cleric of Iomedea I think he'd have to try and find out what's going on before acting.
But he's not. He's a cleric of the god of farmers and he's been tending a pastoral circuit his whole life. He see 3 guys who look like peasants and a bunch of guys who look like soldiers. So ... crud. I was thinking he'd shoot one in the arm, but I just remembered he still has the spell up. It really would make more sense for him to keep checking for evil.
Oh, and as a side note, he's got an arrow nocked, but not drawn. Easier to hold that way.
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Sam takes a second to take in the scene in front of him then narrows his eyes in concentration as he continues detecting evil in this new world. Init roll = 14
Have I mentioned I hold a special hatred of Nazis? I know what we're looking at but I'm trying to see it through Sam's eyes. He doesn't know who's who or who has done what. He doesn't even really know what's about to happen. If he were a cleric of Iomedea I think he'd have to try and find out what's going on before acting. But he's not. He's a cleric of the god of farmers and he's been tending a pastoral circuit his whole life. He see 3 guys who look like peasants and a bunch of guys who look like soldiers. So ... crud. I was thinking he'd shoot one in the arm, but I just remembered he still has the spell up. It really would make more sense for him to keep checking for evil.
Oh, and as a side note, he's got an arrow nocked, but not drawn. Easier to hold that way.
[/sblock]Sam takes a second to take in the scene in front of him then narrows his eyes in concentration as he continues detecting evil in this new world. Init roll = 14
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As the trees fades into view, Piedra gives Sam an "I told you so" look. However, just then the people came into view and he had more important things to think about.
Piedra sees what looks like a group of thugs murdering a group of unarmed peasants. At the same time, he is not quite sure exactly what is happening. To make things even more interesting he can't afford to draw attention to the party or wait to see what transpires as the "thugs" are obviously armed with ranged weapons, even if an unknown type. To Piedra, the obvious solution is to quickly disable them before they can react.
Immediately putting is plan into action, Piedra starts to run over to the "thugs" threatening the peasants. However, he seems to be stronger and able to moving faster than normal. This catches him by surprise and only his lightening reflexes save him from stumbling.
[sblock="OOC"]Piedra attempts to position himself such that his opponent provides cover from the distant thugs.
Initiative (1d20+3=16)[/sblock]
Piedra sees what looks like a group of thugs murdering a group of unarmed peasants. At the same time, he is not quite sure exactly what is happening. To make things even more interesting he can't afford to draw attention to the party or wait to see what transpires as the "thugs" are obviously armed with ranged weapons, even if an unknown type. To Piedra, the obvious solution is to quickly disable them before they can react.
Immediately putting is plan into action, Piedra starts to run over to the "thugs" threatening the peasants. However, he seems to be stronger and able to moving faster than normal. This catches him by surprise and only his lightening reflexes save him from stumbling.
[sblock="OOC"]Piedra attempts to position himself such that his opponent provides cover from the distant thugs.
Initiative (1d20+3=16)[/sblock]
Oh no, the gate dragged us in! This must be another plane! So ... are the men with the magic crossbows the cultists? We are doomed but we can take a few of them with us!
Jon moves awkwardly, feeling light headed and light bodied in this strange place, as he moves in for a surprise attack on the nearest cultist!
[sblock=ooc]init = 14
23 to hit, 10 damage + 4 sneak attack,
if 15 confirms crit +10 damage
ooc: yay below average wisdom![/sblock]
Jon moves awkwardly, feeling light headed and light bodied in this strange place, as he moves in for a surprise attack on the nearest cultist!
[sblock=ooc]init = 14
23 to hit, 10 damage + 4 sneak attack,
if 15 confirms crit +10 damage
ooc: yay below average wisdom![/sblock]
Mellisande stumbles woozily as the fog lifts and the cold is replaced by the warm sunlight. She holds her arms out to keep her balance, then breaks into a bright smile as she sees the blue sky above. This was better than the mine, she thought. Better to be outside and free to run around and...
Abruptly she realizes the others seem rather...battle-ready. The gnomette looks over and sees the strange and frightening tableau before her. Realizing trouble's brewing, she quickly says a few words in Sylvan, a'conjurin' herself a protective charm for the coming brawl.
(Init: 6 Roll Lookup
Action: Casting Shield)
Abruptly she realizes the others seem rather...battle-ready. The gnomette looks over and sees the strange and frightening tableau before her. Realizing trouble's brewing, she quickly says a few words in Sylvan, a'conjurin' herself a protective charm for the coming brawl.
(Init: 6 Roll Lookup
Action: Casting Shield)
Mark Chance
Boingy! Boingy!
First Blood (Round 1)
I apologize again for the hold up. My long weekend turned to crap, to include a trip to the emergency room to be misdiagnosed.
The fog thins slightly. Trees fade into view as the mines fade away. In the foreground, three men kneel at the edge of a freshly dug pit. One of them prays in a tremulous voice. Behind them are strangely uniformed men holding what seem like weapons, something similar to hand crossbows and heavy crossbows, but lacking the means to fire bolts. One of the uniformed men -- the one closest to the party -- laughs, harsh and compassionless.
Other uniformed men stand farther away. As the fog continues to thin, the moment at which the party will become visible rapidly approaches.
As the trees fades into view, Piedra gives Sam an "I told you so" look. However, just then the people came into view and he had more important things to think about.
Piedra sees what looks like a group of thugs murdering a group of unarmed peasants. At the same time, he is not quite sure exactly what is happening. To make things even more interesting he can't afford to draw attention to the party or wait to see what transpires as the "thugs" are obviously armed with ranged weapons, even if an unknown type. To Piedra, the obvious solution is to quickly disable them before they can react.
Immediately putting his plan into action, Piedra starts to run over to the "thugs" threatening the peasants. However, he seems to be stronger and able to moving faster than normal. This catches him by surprise and only his lightning reflexes save him from stumbling.
As Piedra positions himself so the closer group of thugs is between him and the more distant group, Jon thinks Oh no, the gate dragged us in! This must be another plane! So ... are the men with the magic crossbows the cultists? We are doomed but we can take a few of them with us!
Jon moves awkwardly, feeling light headed and light bodied in this strange place, as he moves in for a surprise attack on the nearest cultist, and what a surprise it is! Jon quickly covers the intervening distance with a reckless charge. His greatsword starts high and ends low, cleaving through neck, shoulder, and ribs. The thug armed with the "hand crossbow" drops to the cold earth, blood pumping madly from the fatal wound.
Sam takes a second to take in the scene in front of him then narrows his eyes in concentration as he continues detecting evil in this new world.
[sblock=For Sam]
Oddly enough, Sam gets no feeling at all from the spell. He can tell the magic is still active, but also that it has somehow been suppressed.
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Mellisande stumbles woozily as the fog lifts and the cold is replaced by the warm sunlight. She holds her arms out to keep her balance, then breaks into a bright smile as she sees the blue sky above. This was better than the mine, she thought. Better to be outside and free to run around and...
Abruptly she realizes the others seem rather...battle-ready. The gnomette looks over and sees the strange and frightening tableau before her. Realizing trouble's brewing, she quickly says a few words in Sylvan, a'conjurin' herself a protective charm for the coming brawl.
The three closer thugs stagger away from the ferocious Jon, swinging their strange weapons at him. Flashes of fire and smoke explode from the ends of the weapons. Jon feels something hot whiz! past his ear. The more distant group of thugs seem less panicked.
"What the hell!" one of them shouts. "Men, spread out! Stahl, put a grenade down range!"
The thugs quickly obey orders, moving into a long line, readying their weapons as they move. One of the men pulls what appears to be a smallish mallet, which he tosses toward Sam and Mellisande. The mallet hits close to target, and then explodes with fearsome power, sending clumps of earth flying in all directions.
[sblock=Sam and Mellisande]
Include a DC 15 Reflex save with your next action. If you succeed, take 4 points of damage. Otherwise, take 9.
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Okay, let's finish round 1. All the thugs have acted. Good job keeping it in character with your reactions and character knowledge. Please post next actions with relevant dice rolls.
[sblock=Combat Block]
Initiative Order: Thugs, Piedra, Jon, Sam, Prisoners, Mellisande
Piedra: uninjured
Jon: uninjured
Sam: uninjured
Mellisande: uninjured; shield
Thugs (13): 1 dead
Prisoners (3)
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[sblock=Dice Rolls]
NPC Initiative: 1d20+2=17, 1d20+1=10.
Three Shots at Jon: 1d20+4=12, 1d10=4, 1d20+4=5, 1d10=6, 1d20+4=15, 1d10=9.
Grenade Toss: 1d20=12, 2d6=9.
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I apologize again for the hold up. My long weekend turned to crap, to include a trip to the emergency room to be misdiagnosed.
The fog thins slightly. Trees fade into view as the mines fade away. In the foreground, three men kneel at the edge of a freshly dug pit. One of them prays in a tremulous voice. Behind them are strangely uniformed men holding what seem like weapons, something similar to hand crossbows and heavy crossbows, but lacking the means to fire bolts. One of the uniformed men -- the one closest to the party -- laughs, harsh and compassionless.
Other uniformed men stand farther away. As the fog continues to thin, the moment at which the party will become visible rapidly approaches.
As the trees fades into view, Piedra gives Sam an "I told you so" look. However, just then the people came into view and he had more important things to think about.
Piedra sees what looks like a group of thugs murdering a group of unarmed peasants. At the same time, he is not quite sure exactly what is happening. To make things even more interesting he can't afford to draw attention to the party or wait to see what transpires as the "thugs" are obviously armed with ranged weapons, even if an unknown type. To Piedra, the obvious solution is to quickly disable them before they can react.
Immediately putting his plan into action, Piedra starts to run over to the "thugs" threatening the peasants. However, he seems to be stronger and able to moving faster than normal. This catches him by surprise and only his lightning reflexes save him from stumbling.
As Piedra positions himself so the closer group of thugs is between him and the more distant group, Jon thinks Oh no, the gate dragged us in! This must be another plane! So ... are the men with the magic crossbows the cultists? We are doomed but we can take a few of them with us!
Jon moves awkwardly, feeling light headed and light bodied in this strange place, as he moves in for a surprise attack on the nearest cultist, and what a surprise it is! Jon quickly covers the intervening distance with a reckless charge. His greatsword starts high and ends low, cleaving through neck, shoulder, and ribs. The thug armed with the "hand crossbow" drops to the cold earth, blood pumping madly from the fatal wound.
Sam takes a second to take in the scene in front of him then narrows his eyes in concentration as he continues detecting evil in this new world.
[sblock=For Sam]
Oddly enough, Sam gets no feeling at all from the spell. He can tell the magic is still active, but also that it has somehow been suppressed.
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Mellisande stumbles woozily as the fog lifts and the cold is replaced by the warm sunlight. She holds her arms out to keep her balance, then breaks into a bright smile as she sees the blue sky above. This was better than the mine, she thought. Better to be outside and free to run around and...
Abruptly she realizes the others seem rather...battle-ready. The gnomette looks over and sees the strange and frightening tableau before her. Realizing trouble's brewing, she quickly says a few words in Sylvan, a'conjurin' herself a protective charm for the coming brawl.
The three closer thugs stagger away from the ferocious Jon, swinging their strange weapons at him. Flashes of fire and smoke explode from the ends of the weapons. Jon feels something hot whiz! past his ear. The more distant group of thugs seem less panicked.
"What the hell!" one of them shouts. "Men, spread out! Stahl, put a grenade down range!"
The thugs quickly obey orders, moving into a long line, readying their weapons as they move. One of the men pulls what appears to be a smallish mallet, which he tosses toward Sam and Mellisande. The mallet hits close to target, and then explodes with fearsome power, sending clumps of earth flying in all directions.
[sblock=Sam and Mellisande]
Include a DC 15 Reflex save with your next action. If you succeed, take 4 points of damage. Otherwise, take 9.
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Okay, let's finish round 1. All the thugs have acted. Good job keeping it in character with your reactions and character knowledge. Please post next actions with relevant dice rolls.
[sblock=Combat Block]
Initiative Order: Thugs, Piedra, Jon, Sam, Prisoners, Mellisande
Piedra: uninjured
Jon: uninjured
Sam: uninjured
Mellisande: uninjured; shield
Thugs (13): 1 dead
Prisoners (3)
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[sblock=Dice Rolls]
NPC Initiative: 1d20+2=17, 1d20+1=10.
Three Shots at Jon: 1d20+4=12, 1d10=4, 1d20+4=5, 1d10=6, 1d20+4=15, 1d10=9.
Grenade Toss: 1d20=12, 2d6=9.
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Andor
First Post
Sam tries to shield himself from the magical mace these cultists threw at him but was a little to slow and is badly hurt by flying bits of metal. Save vs potato masher (1d20+2=13) 21 hp - 9 = 12 left.
"Rovagug Damm and Blast you fiends!" he cries and quickly fires an arrow at the one called Stahl hoping to kill him before he can throw the mace again. 1d20+4=13 However it's a poor shot as the arrow flies higher than he expected in this strange place.
Frightened by the noise and blast the monkey on his shoulder leaps away and runs towards the nearest tree.
"Rovagug Damm and Blast you fiends!" he cries and quickly fires an arrow at the one called Stahl hoping to kill him before he can throw the mace again. 1d20+4=13 However it's a poor shot as the arrow flies higher than he expected in this strange place.
Frightened by the noise and blast the monkey on his shoulder leaps away and runs towards the nearest tree.
Originally Piedra was going to try to intimidate or subdue the thugs. However, once the fight breaks out, he decides that the best tactics are to finish it as quickly as possible. Fighting with two weapons, a quick one-two, results in a lot of muttering, a deep cut in the nearest thug from the war axe and the mace hitting nothing but air. "mutter mutter, this will teach you to pick on someone your own size, mutter thugs mutter mutter"
[sblock="OOC"]Two Weapon Attack, Primary Hand - War Axe (1d20+2=18, 1d10+1=9)
Two Weapon Attack, Off Hand - Mace (1d20+1=5, 1d6=5)[/sblock]
[sblock="OOC"]Two Weapon Attack, Primary Hand - War Axe (1d20+2=18, 1d10+1=9)
Two Weapon Attack, Off Hand - Mace (1d20+1=5, 1d6=5)[/sblock]
