Back from our successful recovery of our group's leader, we return the horses we borrowed to the stable master. He is a member of the resistance group himself and lent us the horses, as well as acted as one of the decoy riders for the ambush. But when Ganelon and I lead the horses towards […]
If you think our paladin gets unwarranted flak for his actions, I offer this simple exchange for consideration. Moving to chop down another guard, Ganelon calls for him to 'Surrender and die!' 'Surely, "or die"?' 'No.'
We've almost cleared the wagon of guards, just one more remains on top. He is currently reloading the ballista mounted on the roof of the wagon, but I spring up to prevent the large weapon being used against us a second time. Poor Afutavere nearly had a second name change to Halfafutavere. Brennan sees the […]
Apart from critical hits nearly slaughtering two guards in one round, when we are trying to merely wound or incapacitate, the ambush is going well. The leader has been dropped to the floor by Ganelon, our paladin, who then calls for the surrender of the guards. Brennan the bard casts a spell to cause a […]
Our paladin, apparently intent on the plan to rescue the leader of the resistance group by waiting until he's executed and then raise him as a zombie, wasn't paying much attention when we were told of the group's inherently peaceful attitude. 'Try not to kill anyone', we remind him, as we wait to launch an […]
In creating the next combat encounter, our DM is remembering the good old days. I'd forgotten how much of a pain in the rear trying to make a monster was in 3.5e, which it seems to be the same in Pathfinder in terms of being a nightmare. I tell you now, if you lot walk […]
Having a name for our group leads to suggestions on how we can leave our mark whenever we perform a good deed, so the people will recognise our acts. 'As we are called the Lights of Westcrown', Skelra says, 'let's leave a candle behind'. 'Personally, I prefer the other suggested name, Children of Westcrown. We […]
We find ourselves recruited in to the resistance, after an innocent dinner date ends with us being chased through sewers by the local military force. It turns out, however, that they are not so much resisting the political power as intending to sway the populace with good deeds and kind words. We've more found ourselves […]
Elves are different in Pathfinder. I don't know how we missed it last week but our elven companion is over six-feet tall, which I would say is uncharacteristically taller than the humans but apparently it isn't. Elves are tall now. It's possible that we didn't notice the elf looming over us because they are modelled […]
We are still in the sewers and being guided hopefully to safety by our new acquaintance. 'Let's continue to stalk through here quickly', suggests our paladin, Ganelon. 'Technically, we can't stalk quickly', I reply, dangerously close to turning in to Bernard Woolley. Having to make stealth checks changes the subject quickly enough to let me […]