PrP-Tutorial: You Dirty Rat!

Log Info

• Title: You Dirty Rat!
• Emitter: Fiaol
• Characters: Sharna Level 2, Bagrat Level 2, Dante Level 2, Alteri Level 3
• NPCs: -
• Place: Alexandria - Alexandria City Docks
• Time: August 22, 2011
• Death Consent: NO!
• Summary: Summary: In a time of food shortage, even the rats are driven to maddening hunger. Swarming up out of the sewers, a group of rats chases some ratcatches down the street, where our intrepid heroines stumble across them!
• APL: 2
• Encounter 1: Rat Swarm x2, CR 4

<OOC> Fiaol puts on the DM hat and begins!

<OOC> Fiaol says, "Welcome to a fun little PrP to help low-level characters learn the basics of their character abilities and build! If you have ANY questions, feel free to ask on RPOne or Page me. This will also be an open DMing question and answer for those who have not DM'd before."

<OOC> Fiaol says, "Expect fun, expect some silly, and expect to be a LITTLE frustrated with this particular encounter."

Alexandria City Docks

The main waterfront district of the city of Alexandria, Cliffside can be a rough place at times but it also houses legitimate businesses as ships need repairs, sailors need beds to sleep in and captains need crews to hire. The Local Constables tend to find it hard to keep order here although the worst of the chaos tends to be found to the southeast in the red light district of Alexandria's Welcome. Nevertheless, this area can bustle with activity (both legitimate and not). Given its current state, one would never guess that in recent memory it was all underwater when it was flooded during the famed Merkabah Siege. Residential areas here are few and house mostly the poor and members of the lower classes, but they do exist in scattered groupings amidst the warehouses and taverns.

White-faced though not completely sheer, the cliffs themselves tower a good one hundred feet or more into the skies with walkways, steps and Magi-Tek- and steam-powered lifts allowing passage up to the city proper, which sits on an enormous bluff high above sea level. Gigantic cranes powered by artifice haul crates and sometimes entire ships from docks to warehouses both elsewhere on the docks and up on the bluff. Activity is nonstop no matter the hour of the day.

The vast expanse of Brightwater Bay glitters beyond the reaching fingers of the docks; the cove opens into the Rift Sea which dominates the entire southern horizon.

Ah! Smell the brine in the sea breeze, that cooling spray that drifts along from waves crashing into the stone docks which make up Brightwater Bay. In the heat of summer, it is no surprise that there is always a crowd down in this part of town. Commoner and Nobleman, Peasant and Merchant, mingle in the streets, pressing against one another, the scent and sound of Human, Orc, Elf, Dwarf, Goblin, etcetera mixes on the breeze drifting with the stink of ale, vomit, dirt, fish, spices, and even perfumes into a cacophony for all the senses.

Stall are set up here for the freshest deliveries, almost rivaling the Greater Markets found deeper into Alexandria, the Shine Jewel of the World, Returned from the Mists, Savior of All from Darkness. Refugees pour through the streets, ragged, haggard, begging and trying to work to pay for daily needs that just cannot be completely met in the city that is bursting at the seems! Buskers ply their trade, merchants call out their wares, friends and family greet returning sailors, and hug departing ones.

"~o My lady love, born on the winds of Dragonier, will no more be seen...~o"

"Veyshanti Wares! Silks of the Desert, Spices from Tarshaan, Brass of the finest work!"

"FRESH FISH!"

<OOC> Fiaol says, "While y'all are reading that, please type +init and that will be pose order."

GAME: Bagrat rolls initiative: Roll: 16 + Bonus: 3 = Total: 19

GAME: Alteri rolls initiative: Roll: 20 + Bonus: 2 = Total: 22

GAME: Sharna rolls initiative: Roll: 10 + Bonus: 5 = Total: 15

GAME: Dante rolls initiative: Roll: 3 + Bonus: 1 = Total: 4

<OOC> Fiaol says, "We will start with Alteri, who is just on the spot today! Then comes Bagrat, then Sharna, and finally, but not least, Dante!"

<OOC> Fiaol says, "THis helps keeps things nice and orderly in PrPs, in my mind. Other people run things differently, of course. Individual style. But I like it."

<OOC> Fiaol says, "I find in PrP's, that giving the PCs a chance to interact with one another, NPCs, and just general RP to get a 'feel' of their characters and a sense of 'place' where the 'meat of the scene' will be taking place is both helpful for me, as a DM, and for the players, as well as just plain fun."

<OOC> Fiaol says, "There are times where starting in media rez (in the middle of combat) could be fun, depending on the type of PrP you are planning. I have in mind one, but that is for later. The whole (do combat, flash back 24 hours previous, flash to after combat, then go to 2nd encounter.) It's hard to pull off well, but can have it's benefits. YOu need a /VERY/ compelling story behind the PrP for such."

<OOC> Fiaol says, "ANd I /WILL/ keep talking at y'all until Alteri poses. ;) Bringing herself into the scene in a manner she feels appropriate for her character. Luckily, the docks is a place where one can find any and all sorts of characters."

The memorial's opening is past, yet some continue to cling to what all it represents. One of those is Alteri. The Eldanar has not discarded her colours of mourning and her scarred arms continue to sport ribbons of black tied just above her biceps. Even the hot, hot afternoon sun does not deter her from donning her black-lacquered breastplate. Thus, it is like a shadow that she drifts through the press of bodies, alert for pickpockets but otherwise not really looking at where she is going. Her random meanderings have taken her here, and, startled by the sound of crashing waves finally impinging on her consciousness, she glances up to see she stands near the cliff-face, overlooking a sea that blinds with a myriad sparkles in the summer light.

<OOC> Fiaol nudges Alteri. One suggestion: put your name in your pose, silly! ;) <OOC> Alteri did. :3 <OOC> Sharna says, "She did. XD" <OOC> Fiaol says, "No, wait, I see it now!" <OOC> Fiaol learns to read!

Bagrat strides through the docks, looking with contempt on the hordes of poor and lost. One of them runs up, and begs him for charity. He shoves the man down, and spits. "Take what you need, don't beg." He instructs him then, and carries on his way. Bagrat seems to enjoy the sun beating down on his shoulders- it's not as warm as back home, but warmer than it usually is in these northern lands.

He makes his way towards a stall that is selling spicy roasted fish, and grabs himself one on a skewer, grudgingly handing over a few coppers for it only at the repeated insistance of the shopkeeper, he continues on his way. Standing a head and shoulders over most of the humans present, and about on par with most of the orcs, Bagrat has little truoble elbowing his way through the crowd. He pulls the fishes head off, sucks out the brain, and then tosss the skull to the ground, a little blood and grease dribbling down his chin.

Seated upon a pile of haphazardly stacked wooden crates, a good distance up, is Sharna, one leg hanging off the side and the other tucked close to her body. She looks quite comfortable. Her hood is up, loosely drawn to cover just about up to her hairline - presumably there to shield from the sun's glare - but the mask is not yet set across her face. In the lithe half-elf's gloved hands is a small, rugged coinpouch, the woman spilling the contents slowly into one palm and counting them. A couple coppers, a silver, a dead moth which she promptly discards over her shoulder... Her expression turns from a self-satisfied smirk to a frown of frustration quite quickly.

"Damn it." she mutters into her chin, eyeing the paltry coin resting in her palm as if it personally offends her.

<OOC> Fiaol says, "Usually as a DM, I let the players try to find ways of interracting with one another at the beginning of a PR, rather than pushing. It feels more 'natural' that way. But there is NOTHING wrong with a little push from the DM if needed. Also, I don't pose, except perhaps background poses here and there, unless I have an active NPC the PCs are working with, or when the action is to start."

<OOC> Fiaol says, "Again, it's all about individual styles, but this tends to work well in getting folks interested in one another and saving one another's hide, so to speak."

Walking around the various vendors.. is the hooded Dante, and his hands are covered within the folds of his robe, along with the cowl which obscures his face heavily..Faint sounds of heavy clinking of armor can be heard underneath the hooded robe, and the obvious sight of his greatsword upon his back bearing the mark of a Silver Moon.

Like most times, people tend to be wary of the hooded stranger, keeping their space or distance, but the man holds a few bags of goods, seems its like spell ingredients, or things of that nature, which might match why he is always hooded? Still long as he has coin

<OOC> Fiaol says, "Keep posing, I am going to be doing the background option for the moment!"

A fit of giggles rises momentarily above the din of the docks, as a group of children playing 'Capture the Gnoll' rush past, chasing one child in particular who has a very worn and ragged spot of furs about his shoulders. Boasts and insults, and joking taunts thrown over shoulder and fowards towards the fleeing child, come with the group who swarm around and past individuals in the crowd. Finally, the 'Gnoll' turns a corner and winds his way into an ally, the rest of the children fallowing with giggling glee!

Still a little out of things, the wandering Alteri takes little notice of things happening under her line of sight. This includes kidlets with more glee than sense. It is an interesting sight to see the swarm of bodies almost toppling the fighter over, and she just barely catches herself, though the catching involves bumping into, and jostling the piled crates Sharna happened to be perched upon. Being a rather heavy individual, the shaking of the rogue's high tower is quite significant.

Bagrat, meanwhile, spies the apparent mage. And decides to give Dante a wide berth. The Veyshanti man does not like magic one bit, and it shows from the glare he gives the hooded individual as he picks a path around him.

"Hey! Watch where you're--" the woman begins once the rattling and clattering begins to settle, shouting down at the offender.

There's a pause. Recognition. "Oh. It's you."

She stretches, then, bending backwards and straightening, before she goes about making the trek down to street level, nimbly hopping from crate to crate. The coin is pocketed deftly in the descent, and the empty coinpouch inconspicuously flicked into the murky water of the docks. "Trying to steal my way of dress?" Sharna teases Alteri, lifting her chin to indicate the inordinate amount of black on the Eldanar's person.

A pause as the hooded Dante speaks to one of the vendors, while his head turns to catch a glimpse of the children. The movements of Bagrat doesn't seem to garner any noticeable reaction.. the vendor shakes his head, and Dante then turns his head some to peer at Bagrat.. A chuckle, and then continues forward, as the sound of someone bumping, and another speaking loud he quickly looks in that direction.

The sound of laughter dies off as the children round the corner, making way for barkers and buskers and general conversation, the yelling of orders to sailors, and the waves lapping at the seawall. An most interesting symphony of sound, found only in the most diverse of ports, and the greatest of those is Alexandria.

Worn boots scuffing on the smelly mulch that is the seaside roads, Alteri is concentrating on her feet when an unexpected voice is heard from way above her head. One she actually recognises. Blinking, pale eyes spy the rogue from a previous outing and she grunts, not picking up on the teasing, "'Tis a month of mourning." She did not glance up too late to see the empty purse being discarded, however, and being the supremely diplomatic fighter that she is, she grunts again, "I owe you a meal." A callused paw makes to grab the rogue's sleeve, Alteri already craning around to find a suitably non-poisonous looking vendor. Yes, she means to drag Sharna to FOOD. "Huh." Spotting Dante's figure now, she mutters to herself, "Small world." The tall human giving the paladin a wide berth is noted, though the immediate task is still to haul Sharna to a foodstand. Or three.

"I'm not hungr--" Sharna begins, but she's already being dragged - literally so - towards the vendors. "Come on, now." she complains, twisting and turning to weasel out of Alteri's grasp. She's a slippery one for sure, too. Once she's free, she sets her hood properly and straightens, huffing, glancing briefly around the choking crowd, as if seeking something.

"Did the Althean manage to knock the loopiness out of your head or are you still pining for that door?" she asks Alteri offhandedly as she does.

Again more movements, and recognition of voice, as Dante turns his head to the side, and spots the other.."A small world indeed" is said by the man, as he then looks between the two women, and then Bagrat once more.."I would ask you both of your current state of affairs?" the hooded man states towards them, as he looks more in Alteri's direction, she always has that the 'shunned' look when he comes around.

Bagrat notices the others looking at him, and offers a fresh glare in return. He begins moving their way, now, since they seem intent on staring at him he might as well head over and introduce himself. It's only proper. "What do you want?" He says. Appaently that's his best approximation of a greeting. Now he's closer, the pungent smell of the spiced fish and the thickly scented oils in his hair and moustache are almost overpowering.

The sudden silence from a certain alley-way in which a certain group of children went running, is almost palpable for those who notice such things. There is a 'pause' as if the world itself were about to inhale, when suddenly two men with torches and the trappings of ratcatchers come rushing out of the alley, waving and flailing their hands, and screaming in fear.

They are soon followed by the group of children, the game now forgotten, as a chorus of younger voices rise in concert as they all come out of the allley in a jumbled rush, tumbling over one another and trying to pick fallen friends up, just before a mass of dirty, ravenous animals comes spilling in a boiling mass into the streets.

"RUN! They've gone mad! MAD!" exclaims one of the fleeing ratcatchers.

<OOC> Fiaol says, "For non-Death Consent, I like to give a 'SURPRISE!' and allow reactions before moving into initiative. This gives a sense of things, and allows PC's to transition from RP into combat. Especially for lower levels."

Finding her plans foiled, Alteri straightens, somberly eyeing the rogue from beneath unruly bangs that refuse to remain in her coiled braid. "Yes. It was..." her jaw works, looking for the correct term, "An unseemly display. So, I owe you a meal. Come." Brooking no further arguement, she barrels a path towards the nearest vendor, where Dante happens to be at. Alteri is not so much shunned as inexperienced in talking to a walking hood, is all. Her neck cranes a little to find Dante's eyes; talking to outer clothing wear is simply not the Highborn's style, "I fare as well as may be expected. I hope the day finds you in good health." she intones formally and most politely. About to order something for Sharna, her mouth snaps closed as they are confronted by the tall barbarian. Looking up at his oily mustache, she blinks, "You've sampled these wares, it seems, sir, know you any that are..." Her voice dies away, overwhelmed by screams and her relaxed demeanor falls away, replaced by snapping eyes that immediately source out where the sounds are coming from. "Children." she says shortly, hand already going up to grip at her hilt as she makes a break for the alley.

The approach of Bagrat, causes Dante to exhale, but as people come screaming out, the hooded man, turns to a nearby vendor.."Please hold these for me, and upon my return I will reclaim them with a further purchase?" Sits the goods down, and turns to head towards the alley way, the man seems to be glancing at some kids, to see if their is blood or injuries, and then his gaze rests on the alleyway..

Dante pages: I would like to see if anyone is hurt and detect evil towards the alleyway?

You paged Dante with 'You can do that on your turn, right now it is just reactions and 1/2 actions, but you don't see anyone hurt, no.'

Bagrat takes another bite from his fish, ore hot grease drubbling down his chin as he looks down at the others. "It dpends on your stomach." as to how good the wares are. He looks towards the alleyway where the children come screaming impassively, and takes another bite of his fish-onna-stick. He grabs one of the fleeing rat catchers by the arm, then, "How much is your wage? Tell whoever you work for to pay me triple and I'll kill them." he tells the man, and then shoves him on his way. He grabs the Khopesh at his hip and takes on last bite of his fish before discarding it.

Sharna seems ready to say something equally snarky back to Bagrat, but there's that tingle, that sense of... wrongness. If she were a full-blooded elf, her ear might have twitched - even with her blood being mixed, it seems to move ever so slightly under the hood. "Something's wrong." she says, even before all chaos breaks loose. She turns in place, eyes darting over the commotion - as much of it as she can see, with her stature and the crowd. She mutters something in Sildanyari, clearly unhappy... before gaping at Alteri as the woman breaks into a run TOWARDS, rather than AWAY, from the obvious trouble.

"What are you DOING?!" she demands. "Are you insane?!"

There's a sigh, and a quieter addition of: "Why am I even asking?"

<OOC> Fiaol says, "Okay, this is when it is wise to ask if anyone needs any healing from their last adventure." <OOC> Alteri is okay, has a post-it on Owen's forehead to remind her.

<OOC> Fiaol says, "I cheated and used +pdmscan (listed in +help player runners) and saw that Bagrat was down 2hp, and healed him up using +pdamage -2."

<OOC> Fiaol says, "+tinit will show you the init table. Useful command that. You find initiative commands via: +thelp"

<OOC> Fiaol says, "Alteri, you are within a move of the massive ... well, swarm of rats! It's like ants swarming or bees swarming ... but BIGGER and furrier."

<OOC> Alteri says, "What does it mean to be within a move?"

<OOC> Fiaol says, "It means you can make a full move, your movement, based on your armor is either 30' or 20' if wearing heavy armor. You are within 20'."

<OOC> Alteri says, "Ah okay. Alteri's speed if 30. If the way is clear, I'd like to charge and PA them furry thangs."

<OOC> Fiaol says, "It is clear enough. Not for a charge (which is +2 attack, -2 AC), but for a regular move and attack. TOo many people fleeing."

<OOC> Alteri says, "All righty. Then I will make a regular move and uh, is PA still possible?"

<OOC> Fiaol says, "Yes. It is. Do please calculate it in your rolls. And what weapon are you using again?"

<OOC> Alteri says, "I'm using a MW bastard."

<OOC> Fiaol says, "Movement does not affect Power Attack."

GAME: Alteri rolls 1d20+8: (16)+8: 24

<OOC> Fiaol says, "Okay, that will hit, Alteri. Please roll your damage. (THe phone got me again)"

<OOC> Alteri says, "Sharna, the moth you threw away? It's still alive, and just landed on my elbow. :("

<OOC> Alteri says, "Okay. :)"

GAME: Alteri rolls 1d10+9: (9)+9: 18

<OOC> Fiaol says, "There is a help for setting up aliases for rolls. Check out the +help system."

<OOC> Fiaol says, "Nice damage. This, however, is a swarm. A swarm has a certain list of traits found in the Bestiary. However, you are in luck as this is a swarm of Tiny creatures. Otherwise they would be immune to ALL wepaon damage. In this instance, they take 1/2 damage from slashing or piercing weapons."

<OOC> Alteri says, "Oooh. Gotcha."

<OOC> Bagrat says, "Full damage from bashing?"

<OOC> Fiaol says, "Certain creatures, and creature types have different abilities. It makes things interesting. Pose your attack, and several dead and halved rats, along with a few skittering off. It's still up, it's still fighting... but you did damage."

<OOC> Fiaol says, "Yes, Bagrat, full from bashing or certain spells."

GAME: Bagrat rolls knowledge/nature: Trained Use Only: 0

<OOC> Bagrat says, "Whoops, thought I had that."

<OOC> Fiaol says, "Swarms in Pathfinder are nasty. Any spell that targets a single creature, still only does 1/2 damage. However, something with multiple targets does full. So things like Scorching Ray and Magic Missile are still up in the air, as it is individual creatures...."

<OOC> Bagrat says, "Would I be able to discern from Alteri's attack that slashing may not be the best way to go?"

<OOC> Fiaol says, "Give me a general wisdom check."

GAME: Bagrat rolls wisdom: (15)+0: 15

<OOC> Fiaol says, "Yes... yes you do go ... HMMMM!"

Sharna pages: Actually, you can't target them with such spells at all. Any spell that has a specified target number (even if that number is 1), they are immune to.

<OOC> Fiaol says, "Too keep things moving, we're going on to Bagrat, as you can tell, while Alteri is posing. No need to keep folks waiting twiddling their thumbs."

You paged Sharna with 'So Scorching Ray and MM are out. NICE!'

<OOC> Bagrat says, "I shall dwar my knuckledusters as I move, rage, and power attack the swarm."

Sharna's question about her sanity gains her a quick, very toothy grin over the shoulder from the rushing fighter. Alteri's answer is, apparently, 'Why yes, funny you should notice.'. Steel rasps on leather as she draws her weapon, leaping over the heads of young ones to try and stem the tide of biting fur. Alteri, mouser for the day. Muttering an apology to her blade, she takes a carefully controlled swing, working to avoid the fleeing townspeople, and hews down a few of the beasties. She skids to a stop and takes a firm stance to the left of one of the beasties that did not quite make it all the way to dead.

Sharna pages: So they are immune to all single-targets, immune to MM, immune to Scorching Ray...

<OOC> Bagrat says, "draw, even"

You paged Sharna with 'That makes them NASTY!'

Sharna pages: But all AoE does +50% damage.

You paged Sharna with 'I saw that. Makes me happy! And makes a LOT of sense.'

<OOC> Bagrat says, "Rage bonuses grant me 4 temp HP and +2 attack, which counters the -2 from power attack."

GAME: Bagrat rolls weapon7: (8)+6: 14

<OOC> Fiaol says, "You're at a -2 on Power Attack, Bagrat?"

<OOC> Bagrat says, "Oh wait, I forgot the PA rules changed in PF."

<OOC> Fiaol says, "Never be afraid to pause to look something up, but do provide trust to your players. Yes, you're at -1 with a +2 to attack. ;)"

<OOC> Fiaol was thinking ... Nooo...he shouldn't be THAT much of a minus. So you rolled a 15.

<OOC> Fiaol says, "Thankfully that still hits! Give me damage!"

GAME: Bagrat rolls 1d3+6: (3)+6: 9

Long distance to Sharna: Fiaol thinks many folks don't know the rules about spells on swarms, the only reason I'm keeping.

<OOC> Fiaol says, "Where, exactly, are you standing Bagrat. NExt to Alteri... trying to hit the same mass as she is? Or moving to hit another mass?"

<OOC> Bagrat says, "I'll hit the same mass. No flanking aganist swarms, sadly."

<OOC> Fiaol says, "Well, that will manage to make the mass disperse, actually. 16 hp and you two have done 18!"

<OOC> Alteri says, "No flanking? NOOOOES."

<OOC> Fiaol says, "Yes, because they are a mass of creatures, rather than one creature, there is no flanking."

<OOC> Alteri fingersnaps.

<OOC> Fiaol says, "Intelligent swarms, with a hive mind, CAN be feinted, thus causing them to be flat-footed, but these guys aren't intelligent."

<OOC> Alteri was hoping to offer flanking help to the rest.

Bagrat, seeing that the sword is less than effective agaisnt a swarm of moving rats, takes his hand off his Khopesh. He begins striding towards the rats, elbowing his way through the crowd and shoving a few people over as he slips his fingers through the grip of a pair of knuckle dusters. He breaks into a run at the last moment, and throws himself into the swarm, crushing several rats under his sheer bulk before smashing a couple more with boots and fists. He even picks one of them up, and bites its head clean off, before spitting it out and throwing the twitching corpse to the ground. The barbarian stands, with blood all over his face, and looks, wide eyed, at the next group of rats, veins on his throat and temple pulsing.

<OOC> Fiaol says, "And a polite and generous fighter you are!"

<OOC> Fiaol says, "Swarm1 is GONE... so we move to Sharna!"

<OOC> Sharna says, "I take it since Bagrat didn't say much, I'd similarly need to roll my pitifully low Wis to figure out the bludgeoning bit?"

<OOC> Alteri says, "Ooh, should I roll that to figure it out for Alteri too? Not like she can do much, unless using the flat of her blade counts as a bludgeoning weapon."

<OOC> Fiaol says, "Yes, if you would, Sharna."

GAME: Sharna rolls Wisdom: (9)+0: 9

<OOC> Fiaol says, "Sorry, that was the kids coming home from the first day of school there."

<OOC> Fiaol says, "I set the DC to 5, since it's straight Wis. You make it."

<OOC> Fiaol says, "The flat would, Alteri, but that would give you a -4 on your attack rolls. With the amount of damage you can do ... just stick with 1/2 damage is my advice."

<OOC> Alteri nodnods, "Didn't know about the -4 on attack, that is verrah not nice." :3

<OOC> Sharna says, "I pull out my club (and hell, why not, one of the blackjacks, since TWF allows me to pull two weapons) and use my Standard to throw it to Alteri. :) And since my BAB is +1, also dance out of the way of the swarm while drawing. Do you need me to roll anything for the toss?"

<OOC> Alteri says, "And should I roll something to not miss catching the toss?"

<OOC> Sharna says, "<Club bounces against Alteri's head. Boing.> :("

<OOC> Alteri says, "It's a hard skull, she will be unhurt, do not fear!"

<OOC> Fiaol says, "The reason for the Wisdom roll, is that Perception is more of an action. This is a notice and a gut feeling that your mind is working through in a passive sense. Thus, also, the low DC, because it's not a skill, but something that could be 'picked up on'. Do not be afraid of making players roll in the middle of combat, and deciding that ... Hmmm, Perception just wouldn't work so I'll just use straight Wisdom." <OOC> Fiaol says, "YOu are going to throw the club at her? Not move up and just hand it, or drop it next to her?"

<OOC> Sharna says, "She's a bit too close to the rats for my comfort."

<OOC> Sharna says, "So yes, I'm going to either roll it along the street to her, or toss it. I just found out that clubs are unusually aerodynamic, they can be used as thrown weapons. *snickers*"

<OOC> Fiaol considers. Toss it at Alteri's square, AC of 10. Then ... I'll give Alteri a check... as soon as I figure out what it would be. A Reflex check, I think. DC 10 as well.

GAME: Sharna rolls 1d20+6: (2)+6: 8

<OOC> Alteri says, "Okay, then it might hurt if it hits her noggin'. XD"

<OOC> Dante hhmmms

You paged Alteri with 'The reason for the -4, is because you are not using the weapon as it was intended.'

Alteri pages: Makes sense!

<OOC> Fiaol says, "Okay, it deviates... roll me 1d8, please, Sharna."

GAME: Sharna rolls 1d8: (2): 2

<OOC> Fiaol says, "Alteri, it lands to your right. Really close to the rats, but it's next to you."

<OOC> Alteri nods.

<OOC> Alteri says, "Dante's turn?"

<OOC> Fiaol says, "There is a standard deviation based on a d8. And it is just 'north' and to the right of Alteri based on that roll. And yes, it is Dante's turn as Sharna poses!"

<OOC> Alteri says, "While I ponder why Alteri does. XD"

<OOC> Fiaol says, "NO!"

<OOC> Fiaol says, "It is swarm 2's turn."

<OOC> Fiaol says, "ANd it decides to swarm ..."

<OOC> Alteri says, "Er, *what."

GAME: Fiaol rolls 1d2: (1): 1

<OOC> Fiaol says, "Alteri!"

<OOC> Alteri says, "Yes'm?"

<OOC> Fiaol says, "Swarms do automatic damage. You can still move, you can still attack, they are just crawling all over you at the moment, nibbling at your black ribbons and nose."

<OOC> Alteri says, "Gnoooo, gnot my gnose."

GAME: Fiaol rolls 1d6: (4): 4

GAME: Fiaol damaged Alteri for 4 points. 27 remaining.

<OOC> Fiaol says, "Okay, Swarms can do some nasty things. These little hungry buggers are disgusting, and filthy. So first, I am going to need a Fortitude save to keep from getting nauseated. Then ANOTHER Fortitude save from getting sick."

"Bludgeon, don't cut!" Sharna screams over the din. "Hit more of them that way!" Feet beat on the street and quick hands pull two weapons from her belt - one a simple length of wood with leather wrapped around one end of it, the other a more thoughtfully crafted blackjack. "Catch!" she yells to Alteri, throwing the club towards the woman, where it arrives slightly off-target, clattering to street level a small distance away from the warrior-woman. The blackjack Sharna keeps for herself, peering at the rats warily.

<OOC> Fiaol says, "OH, one thing I forgot. Alteri... you get an Attack of Opprotunity as these creatures swarm over you, roll."

<OOC> Fiaol says, "Same as before. You have not had a chance to decided NOT to power attack this turn ... thus all attacks of any sort this turn use your -1 for Power Attack."

<OOC> Alteri says, "I can haz Furious Focus to remove the -1?"

<OOC> Fiaol says, "If it is still in effect, yes."

<OOC> Alteri says, "Sweet."

GAME: Alteri rolls 1d20+8: (18)+8: 26

<OOC> Fiaol says, "HOld on... FF doesn't... well, it doesn't matter. Even at +7 you hit."

<OOC> Fiaol says, "First attack per round, this counts as your second."

<OOC> Alteri says, "Sorry. >_<;"

<OOC> Alteri says, "Ahh."

<OOC> Fiaol says, "You still hit."

<OOC> Fiaol says, "Damage, please."

GAME: Alteri rolls 1d10+9: (10)+9: 19

<OOC> Fiaol says, "Again with the 9 points of Damage, nicely done. And can I have your dice later? Please?"

<OOC> Fiaol says, "ALteri, give me two fort saves."

<OOC> Alteri cries and hoards, never gets this kind of love when in whirl or owen plots.

GAME: Alteri rolls fort: (4)+6: 10

GAME: Alteri rolls fort: (8)+6: 14

<OOC> Fiaol says, "And Dante, you are up. I'll give you 2 minutes to page me."

<OOC> Alteri is the anti-Garth.

You paged Alteri with 'You are nauseated, but you are NOT sick with Filth Fever! YAY!'

Dante pages: I will move in to attack the swarm thats on her, or closest one too me

You paged Dante with 'THere's only one left, and please do so!'

With one boiling mass of rats scattering and skittering back into the streets and into the sewers, chased by merchants with pitchforks, rakes and brooms, the other mass, mindless and maddened in it's search for food, lurches forward, swarming over Alteri in hunger. Hundreds of little creatures, all bearing fangs at Alteri try to cover theswordswoman, who lashes out with her own blade, slicing several of the creatures in half. This does not stop the swarm, from trying to feast upon the woman's exposed flesh, alas.

GAME: Dante rolls 1d20+5: (10)+5: 15

<OOC> Fiaol says, "ALteri, this is you for one round: http://www.d20pfsrd.com/gamemastering/conditions#TOC-Nauseated"

<OOC> Fiaol says, "That will hit, Dante! Nicely done!"

GAME: Dante rolls 2d6+3: (8)+3: 11

<OOC> Fiaol says, "What are you using for a weapon, Dante?"

<OOC> Dante says, "a two-handed greatsword"

<OOC> Dante says, "a MW greatsword"

<OOC> Fiaol says, "Okay. That is 1/2 damage, but it still hurts... ALOT! Top of the round. Alteri, they are all over you... you are Nauseated. You can move out of the swarm, but that is it."

<OOC> Fiaol says, "Bagrat, end these things!"

<OOC> Alteri says, "Can I move to pick up the club Sharna threw me?"

<OOC> Fiaol says, "You can take a single move action. YOu can pick up the club next round, but you can move to it."

It would seem these rats are well out of control, and all over the fighter, so the hooded Dante at the very last second, draws his weapon, sweeping a swath through some of the swarm on her, and looks at Alteri.."Are you okay?" he asks of her solemnly, and seems ready too dispatch some more rats.

With a flick of her wrist, Alteri clears the gore sticking to her blade, a few blinks belying her surprise at Bograt's novel approach to dealing with these oversized pests. But, it is efficient. "Nice." she compliments. Then Sharna's scream slices through the chaos and the fighter works to puzzle out what she is saying, cursing as she tears one particularly obnoxious and chittering rodent off her face. Warm blood drips from the deep bite in her nose, and she is sporting fuzzy earrings off each lobe. Must be some new sort of summer fashion. "Thrice be-damned..." She spots the club being thrown her way but the sudden onset of nausea has her reeling and sets her too far off to follow Sharna's order. Growling under her breath, she powers through the swarm to reach the weapon. Just as she is about to pick it up... "HURK!" Eyes widening at Dante, she cannot answer his question, but pleads for mercy from, "Oh gods not aga... BLEAH." She paints the dirt pavement a colourful... something. Looks like someone other than Sharna will need lunch in a while. One hopes Dante was quick on his feet, else they may be wearing a nice coating of fighter puke now.

<OOC> Fiaol says, "I believe that is your answer, Dante..."

<OOC> Fiaol says, "Makes up for your god-like rolling."

<OOC> Alteri also bookmarks that conditions link.

<OOC> Bagrat says, "I'm going to throw myself into the swarm and smear it all over the pavement. Power attacking again."

<OOC> Fiaol says, "YAY!"

GAME: Bagrat rolls weapon7+2-1: (13)+6+2+-1: 20

<OOC> Fiaol says, "Oh that hits."

GAME: Bagrat rolls 1d3+4+2+2: (1)+4+2+2: 9

<OOC> Bagrat says, "I forgot my rage damage bonus last time."

<OOC> Fiaol says, "ANd that sends it scattering and GONE! Free RP after Bagrat's pose!"

Bagrat throws himself into the other swarm of rats, reaching out and crushing one in his hand. grabbing another by the tail and swinging it around to send other rats flying in all directions. He stands up after a few momens, with a rat hanging from his cheek. He rips it off his face, along with a strip of his own skin, and then he squeezes it until it's innards shoot out of both ends. As the rats begin to flee, he punts one into the river.

<OOC> Fiaol says, "As we are waiting for Bagrat's pose. Does anyone have any questions about what just happened here?"

<OOC> Fiaol says, "RP as you will folks. I only have a few left, so I"ll get some poses for the log, then wander out."

<OOC> Alteri nodnods, and needs to turn in to resume zzz afore she has to deal with GRADUATION MADNESS.

<OOC> Alteri says, "Dante, since we're back to free poses, it's entirely up to you whether you want to have avoided Alteri's unfortunate case of the barfs or not. I avoided any powerposes to let you dictate what happens to Dante's feet."

<OOC> Fiaol says, "Give me a round of poses then. Sharna... Dante, Alteri, Bagrat again."

<OOC> Alteri boingies and snugs Fia in thanks for the lesson on swarms.

<OOC> Alteri says, "My head wants to asplode, but I need to learn. :)"

<OOC> Fiaol says, "No problem, Alteri. If you /EVER/ have questions, just ask them. I hope I explained things well enough."

Bagrat dusts himself off then, and begins collecting up the least damaged rat corpses around his feet, carrying them all by the tails. They might be a bit scrawny, but a brace of rats will get you a bowl of brown here on the docks.

Moving out of the way, the hooded Dante deftly avoids, the barfing by the warrior woman.. the man recongnizes various sickness ailments, except hers didn't show immediately. Still a few droplets did get on his boots, which by the way shine very brightly in the sun, and from his movements, the sounds of very heavy armor was heard..With no more rats present, the man always carries his healing kit.."Hold on, and I will help you clean that up, I have bandages and fresh water in my kit".. the man makes a face, well.. she will definitely need something for her breath, when this is over..Heading back towards the vendor who was holding his supplies, and purchases, hands the vendor some extra coin

Sharna makes a face of utter disgust at Bagrat and his savagery, wandering over to reclaim the club. She picks it up - carefully, so as to not get it in the, ah, splatter - and uses it to gently poke Alteri in the side.

"You okay there?" she asks of the Eldanar. "Maybe we could get some food." she concedes with a sigh.

"I'll get us some. Be right back." she tells Alteri with a wink before vanishing into the crowd. She returns, after a time, idly juggling two apples. One is given (not tossed!) to Alteri.

Alteri unghs at the rib poke, pulling out an incredibly, idiotically, frilly lacy kerchief from her pocket. "I'll live, Nay, Master Dante, do not waste coin on my weakness, I feel the nausea passing." Her eyes finally fall on the thing she pulled from her trous. She stares at the scrap of nothing in her hand. "Damn it, not again." Left with little choice, she dabs elegantly at her mouth, the effect entirely ruined by the earrings she still sports. With a sigh, she pulls them off one by one, offering them to the barbarian, dangling from their tails and still trying to get a piece of Alteri's wrist, since he seems interested in collecting them.

The entirety of the docks has paused to stare in matched horror, surprise and curiousity at the mass of rats and those who send them scurrying, and killed quite a few. Much like Bagrat, several of the poor in the area tentatively at first, then quickly, rush forward to grab at dead rats, hoping for some sort of decent meal.

No doubt the Altheans will be working overlong hours in the next couple of days with food-poisoning cases on their hands.

In the end, however, there is a feeling as if the city has sighed, and things return to normal - people make their way through the docks area, stepping over the ocasional dead rat, children run around, flicking rat tails at one another like whips, crates are removed or loaded from ships.

"~o Oh my lady love, you have forsaken me... ~o"

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