DM Panic's Wounded Wisp Table 1 (Inactive)

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Apologies, my attack was aimed at the eastern spider: hence why I referred to it as red tinted ( from Zandu's blood). Not sure if it matters, but I just wanted to clarify. My bad on not specifying better.

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Apologies, my attack was aimed at the eastern spider

Ah, I figured red-tinted referred to the bomb attack and red from the flames -- it wouldn't have killed the eastern spider, so I had assumed a preference to finish off the western one (and regain grit had you needed to).

Cesare's longsword slashes across the eastern spider, who turns it's attention to the duelist, presumably deciding that's a priority over feasting on Zandu immediately.

Still Up: Ebonfeather

Just to summarize, it's 15 (bomb and acid) damage to western spider, and 19 to eastern (sword and gun), with both of them still alive and kicking; is that correct?

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I posted earlier than the western spider dropped dead after assuming the red-tinged spider was the one in flames.

Now that we have Cesare's post and damage, I can confirm Habani's shot will kill either spider he targets, leaving one up.

If Ebonfeather connects, you should be out of combat shortly.

it wouldn't have killed the eastern spider, so I had assumed a preference to finish off the western one (and regain grit had you needed to).

In retrospect that would have been nice! However, I'll be honest and stick to my guns with how I intended it.

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EDIT: I guess it all worked out anyway!

The gunslinger feels his grit renew as his weapon fells the monster.

Roger, thanks Panic

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Zandu continues to remain slumped over between the wine bottles.

Ebonfeather moves to the lone spider still wriggling and tries to take a bite out of it.

bite: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 181d3 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Ebon, since you have only one natural attack, I believe it gets to apply 1.5x your strength modifer when it is the only attack you make in a round, as per the rules here. So you'd do 1d3+3 damage with it at 14 strength. Unless you took the tengu claws alternative racial trait, which would make it not your only natural attack, and thus only get the regular strength mod.

Oh, no claw trait. So make that 4 points damage then lol

Hamasaki's bullet swerves and soars into the exploding eastern spider marauding Zandu while Ebonfeather steps up in defense of Tynat and claws at the spider above the wayang. Gripping the creature, he rends it in two.

Out of combat.

With the spiders defeated, you are all able to more thoroughly investigate the desk and its contents.

After several minutes, you realize you have stumbled upon the collected works of Selmius Foster, one of the more preeminent early members of the Pathfinder Society.

It only takes a few minutes to realize that many of his notes never made their way into the Pathfinder Chronicles either.

In addition, you discover notes from Adolphus, who was said to be Selmius's protege.

Continuing to dig through the trove, you also discover that Selmius never finished his investigation into the gnome Eylysia, who reportedly never contributed some of her more important discoveries to the Society.

Image of curious notes

It would seem reasonable for intrepid Pathfinders to pick right up where Selmius and Adolphus left off, if they were so inclined...

Tynat kneels by Zandu's side. He inspects the wound, pokes him a few times, pries open an eyelid and peers at Zandu's eye, then looks up and casts a questioning glance at his companions.

"Someone can heal Zandu? Tynat cannot do this. Tynat's cures only work on Tynat."

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Hanabi shakes his head at his impish companion's question as he reloads his pistol with another combination of bullet and powder. Resting it at his hip, he looks over the two notes.

"These monkey scratchin's each talk about Arkath's Tomb. Maybe we aughta' pilfer around there for a secret."

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Seeing none of his companions move to help the fallen psychic, Tynat stands and shrugs.

"Well, Tynat tried. What else is he to do? Perhaps Tynat should tell the barman Zandu has helped himself to too many wines and must be carried out?"

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Are we lacking any healing to bring Zandu back to consciousness in the group?

I'll advance to Arkath's Tomb next unless there's other objections or RP to be had, with some assumptions that there's some healing shared/offered...

Ebonfeather takes out a parchment, and unfurls it. It places one hand in Zandu, while he completes the completion of the scroll. Magic flows through Ebonfeather and into Zandu. Some of his wounds heal, and his eyes start to take life again.

clw: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Am I amble to replace the scroll since we are in Absalom or do I have to wait until end of game?

Amusingly enough Zandu has a wand of CLW, but hasn't bothered to tell anybody about it. Thank you Ebon.

Zandu shakes himself as he stands up.

"Huh, what happened... I think I saw eight legs..."

Zandu shakes the broken glass out of his tunic.

"Thankfully the rest of you are around, could have gone much worse. Especially you Ebonfeather, I can get you a good discount on Dwarven Ale you know, just let me know."

Tynat looks up at Zandu as he picks himself back up off the ground.

"Blood belongs on the inside. Zandu should take more care to keep it there."

With regards to moving on, I'd rather assumed we would explore the various passageways out of this cavern before exiting the Wounded Wisp and exploring the tomb. Tynat is powerfully curious. But he will move with the group sound that be the decision, after inspecting the room and the carcasses for anything else of note / value.
Perception : 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

The caves all seem to writhe and twist... beyond the scope of the adventure.

@Ebon: Absolutely, there is likely a corner temple en route to your next destination, which might as well be Arkath's Tomb.

1d4 ⇒ 1

Details left by Selmius Foster indicate the location of Arkath’s burial site: a plot of land in Eastgate operated by Amsodeus.

Foster's notes indicated that if were buried in a mausoleum on the church’s property, Arkath paid a substantial sum to have his remains guarded.

As you trek through the grounds, it seems one of the priests that tends to the tombs spots you as he whistles rather loudly and begins moving to intercept you. He appears armed with a mace and wears a rather well-kept breastplate which bears dents and scratches from use.

"Heeeeey! Lookie what we gots here! A bunch o' visitors, innit?"

You can tell from the countenance of the man, that he may have had a previous life as some sort of street vandal.

"You ain't thinkin' bout no dessecratin' sacred ground to the Prince o' Darkness, is you?"

"Tynat n'Tynata would never desecrate darkness! Darkness is home and hearth. Darkness of The Dissolution is destiny for all Wayang."

As he speaks Tynat's image seems to fade to shadow, until where he stood an moment ago, only an indistinct patch of darkness remains. Use Dissolution's Child racial ability

"Tynat n'Tynata is and is of the darkness."

Dissolution's Child:
Once per day, you may change your appearance to look as if you were little more than a 4-foot-tall area of shadow. Your physical form still exists and you are not incorporeal—only your appearance changes. This works like invisibility, except it only lasts 1 round per level (maximum 5 rounds). This is a supernatural ability. This racial trait replaces shadow magic.

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Cesare nearly jumps out of his skin when the weird little wayang becomes a shadow. Every glib answer he was about to provide to the guard dries up in his mouth and blows away.

"No?" he says.

Ebonfeather looks at the guard, but he is unsure what to say.

No, we are not here to desecrate this place, as he looks on as the strange little Wayang vanishes before his eyes.

The Asmodean priest nods.

"Yea, that's good, real good... and uh, nice trick little gnome-person... err, thing."

Snapping his fingers, he points to Ebonfeather.

"So ahh, what'choo guys doin' here then, eh?"

(GM Note: If you tell them honestly, go ahead and make a Diplomacy check. I'll take the highest roll as primary and the rest as aid actions. If you're going to lie, make a Bluff check and I'll do the same)

"Just here to pay or respects to the dead. We shan't dally longn but will require our privacy. If'n you don't mind."

Bluff: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

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Tynat nods vigorously as the sgadows fade and he becomes visible again.

"Pay respects. Respects to the dead. Respects to the darkness. Not desecrate."

Bluff: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (19) - 1 = 18

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Zandu puts his arm around the man and twists his mustache slightly.

"But if our expedition does prove of some worth, it would be remiss of us not to share our profits with somebody as helpful as you."

Zandu pauses for a moment and frowns.

"But of course, our charter, I cannot share what is not mine to give away, if you wished to join in our endevour, a small bit of patronage could lead to great dividends at the end of our journey. A single share can be yours for just 5gp. If that is too much let me not bother you further, and we shall be about our business."

Bluff: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (2) + 0 = 2

Zandu makes a better Ale Merchant than a shyster.

If I'm reading the right, Zandu wants 5gp for the Asmodean to buy in for a share, versus he's actually offering a 5gp bribe.

Using Tynat's 18 as the primary and granting a +2 from an assist from Hamasaki, and a circumstance bonus of +5 since you said you wished to pay respects to the darkness, we'll overlook Zandu's "contribution".

The priest smooths back his long greasy hair and nods.

"Yea, that sounds real good little shadowy gnome. I'm Durward, you should learn my name as I'm goin' places real fast for 'da church."

He gives Zandu a longer look.

"Yea, and I'll pass on yer little offer there, but in return I'll let you buy me a pack or a bottle and I'll consider a future favor for you, if you catch my drift..."

Durward waves you on before pulling out a smoke and tindertwig and lighting it. He leans against one of the stones in the graveyard and winks at you all.

**

As you locate the mausoleum of Arkath, you note the interior is empty save for a single sarcophagus.

Like all good Pathfinders, you investigate closer and determine a lone skeleton resides within which bears no possessions outside of a single coin left within the mouth.

Tynat rushes to the sarcophagus, and scrambles up the side, then sticks he head over the lip and down into the casket, inspecting the skeleton, and then the key from a distance of about an inch.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
Knowledge Arcana: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21

Using his vast store of arcane knowledge, and deep understanding of spellcraft, he recognizes the coin for what it is, and eagerly reaches in to grab it.

"Tynat found a coin! Coin for Pathfinders! Secret coin for Pathfinders! Tynat needs a Wayfinder! Tynat has not one of his own yet. Soon, but not yet."

He runs excitedly over to his companions and, without the slightest hesitation or hint of self consciousness, begins sticking his tiny arms into whatever various pockets and pouches he can reach, rummaging through their possessions looking for a Wayfinder.

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Hanabi eyes the coin as Tynat plucks it up.

"Be wary of anything come out a dead man's mouth. Even a shadow fiend as yerself aughta prepare for a hornswogglin'."

He catches Tynat's hand before it enters any of his pockets.
He makes a grab to catch Tynat's hand before it enters any of his pockets, but manages only air.
Dexterity Check: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

He desperately flashes razor-sharp teeth to stop the Waylang as his shape alters to his true Kitsune form. It lasts only a moment before he changes back to his regular human appearance.
"Ain't anything yer lookin' for on the likes of me."

Soooo.... anybody still out there, or are we calling it quits here?

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I am still here, :)

Soooo.... anybody have a Wayfinder?

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Hanabi practices twirling his pistol into its holster. It takes him about three seconds for each attempt; Well, this skill needs improvement.

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How to find a wayfinder...

Intelligence: 1d20 ⇒ 2

Hanabi is too concerned with his mediocre firearm handling skill to realise anything useful about Wayfinders.

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

Well, it appears we could procure a wayfinder quite easily since we are n the home of the Society base of operations. I will return shortly

With that, Ebonfeather runs off, and buys a wayfinder.

spent 1 PP on it

Problem solved!

The shiny coin jostles and glows for a moment before a voice can be heard emanating from its tiny surface.

The path and chamber are complete, hidden behind the nameplate of the requested aspirant and guarded by the word you requested. Fimbrik will add more.

After speaking this, the coin falls silent again.

"We know where the 'X' be thanks ta' the scribblin's." Hanabi assures, referencing the notes they found earlier. "Just need ta' dig up the phrase now."

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Zandu rubs his hands together in anticipation.

Tynat mentions something about a Pathfinder Wall and suddenly the intrepid initiates find themselves heading there...

After a short hike to the Grand Lodge in Absalom, you find yourselves standing before the storied Wall Of Names.

Wall Of Names picture

The monument is a curving wall of black glass that stands atop a small hill at the western edge of the lodge’s grounds. Trees surround the hill, providing ample shade and privacy for those visiting the wall to remember fallen comrades. Carved into the wall are the name and date of death of every Pathfinder killed in the course of duty since the wall’s construction, and most entries also include a sentence or two summarizing either the agent’s greatest accomplishments or how she died.

Examining the names mentioned in Foster's notes, you find their markers:

Doulgonlir Caskmail Deceased 4332 AR
Respectfully resigned after losing a friend. Lost to a life among the fish and bountiful sea.

Hollis “Evil Grin” Thorne Deceased 4331 AR
Travelled to distant Jalmeray. Failed to maintain the necessary Sixteen Poses.

Karina Clamp Deceased 4330 AR
Sought the jade idol of ten thousand faces. Now but another sacrifice to the charau-ka of the Mwangi.

"Tynat does not know these men."

Says the wayang as he inspects the inscriptions for the three non-pathfinders, constantly shifting his weight between his feet and darting his gaze back and forth between the three names.

"Maybe we find the gnome? The gnome from the note. The note gnome. Note gnome Fimbrik. Maybe note gnome knows necessary phrase. Maybe note gnome is at Arcanamirium still?"

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Knowledge Local: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

"These names...They belong ta' those who didn't have the grit ta' pass the trials required ta' become a god. I overheard the lads and lassies back at the Wounded Wisp say so when talking about the Starstone. Only one whose completed the challenge was three sheets to the wind when he did so, or so I've heard."

Foster's notes indicate Fimbrik's addresss within Absalom's Wise Quarter. You also confirm within the Arcanamirium that the address is indeed correct and the gnome is still alive, although he hasn't been seen in several years.

The home is an impressive stone dwelling reminiscent of what one might
expect from an eccentric wizard’s home.

A brick step leads to Fimbrik’s front entrance Numerous stacks of newspapers — seeimongly a few years worth - are puled at the door. Each rounded corner of the building bears a large window.

"Hmm. Tynat thought it would be... smaller"

The excitable alchemist prances to the front porch, and knocks excitedly at the door, then, without ceasing his rapid-fire rapping, turns his head to observe the accumulated detritus and says (loudly, so as to be heard over the sound of his continued knocking)

"Note gnome may not be home!"

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There is no response to Tynat's knocking, however the shadow gnome spots some sort of movement from beyond some of the home's windows.

Having been more or less useless to this point, Cesare makes his contribution by looking into the window. :-)

"Nope," says the bard, "He's in there. Although he is hat-tipping happy. I wonder...be prepared for an illusion. Still...gnomes...who knows?"

Tynat tosses a pile of newspapers in front of a window, climbs up them and peers inside next to Caesar.

With a protracted grunt of exertion, he tries pushing the window open.

If it opens, he crawls immeadiately inside.

If it doesn't, he scurries back to the door and tries the handle. If it opens, he goes inside.

If it doesn't, he sticks his head against the door, examining the lock with one wide pure white eye pressed up directly against the keyhole.

Disable Device, unlock door: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

If he is able to unlock the door, he enters.

If not, he reaches into his pouch and removes a vial, preparing to create a bomb. He takes a step back. Then another. Then several more. He eyes the door speculatively, and tosses the vial up and down a couple times, weighing his options.

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Zandu watches in interest as Tynat scrambles all over the place.

Tynat tosses a pile of newspapers in front of a window, climbs up them and peers inside next to Caesar.

It's "Cesare", not "Caesar".