[PFS] Assault on the Wound 5-24 (Inactive)

Game Master Curaigh

Horatio mulls that for a moment, then chuckles, "Perhaps secure is incorrect, at least when facing Halflings of our, hut hut, caliber, hmm?"

"But! To quote the wise progenitor of the Flaxseed Clan, 'the first step in avoiding a trap is knowing of its existence!' With the ruckus we've caused there is of course no hope of any sneaking whatsoever, but perhaps advancing with a bit fewer unnecessary headaches might be in our best interests, hmm?"

Yes, I know I quoted Thufir from Dune :P

Horatio will then - a rarity for him - dismount from Ferox and go down the ladder, letting Ferox jump down unencumbered after him.

Ferox Acrobatics: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (20) + 13 = 33 (DC 15 to ignore the first 10ft, 0 damage from jumps less than 10ft for remainder of the distance)

After Ferox puts on an impressive show, Horatio will re-mount, stowing his lance and drawing his enchanted Bec-de-Corbin, joining Devon at the trapped trapdoor.

Devon chuckles and again pats Horatio on the shoulder in an amicable manner. "Sure sure, past's the past and so forth. Truth be I expected some ordinary majinks, arrows or so, those I dodge like ya neva seen!"

He draws his pepperbox to his right hand, and his trusty pistol to another, both loaded and ready.

"So where's that wuss Brae-Hagen hiding? Surely down below. But with these stupid traps laying about, why don't ya go first?"

Druthane checks to make sure that everyone (especially Devon) is okay after that trapdoor opened. While giving him the once over the magus speaks up, "That was certainly less deadly than I expected. Devon, might I look at that pearl? I think it has powers within that you might not be able to harness without spell-casting ability..."

"Wha?" Devon replies dumbfounded, "the pearl? Magic? Oh sure check it out. Didn't realize it could have some fancy majick stuff."

Wembly Will : 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

whiskers Will : 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

Not sure if he was within 20' when opened, but if so...and if survived

"Ouch. What was that evil force? Did not like it at all. Whiskers neither."

Will: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Folio Reroll: 1d20 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 2 + 4 = 16 Thank Desna for those GM stars!

Celfwyn manages to resist at least some of the effects of the triggered trap. "Blast it, Boomer! What'd you do that for?!" Celfwyn finishes his extracts (mentioned before), shakes his head, and follows the party down, trying to stay towards the back if he can.

Negative energy washes over the party, Horatio and Celfwyn are momentarily cold, but then, by some miracle, seem unaffected. Most of the pathfinders suffer no more than goosebumps running down their spines.

Wembly and Whiskers are not so lucky, and the energy draws upon their very being, draining them of their personal essence. Cha damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Also, reposting the description of this room since it was before the trap.

A 15-ft.-tall metal ladder occupies the center of this wide chamber, reaching to the cliff top above by means of a trapdoor. A second trapdoor is situated ten feet north of the ladder’s landing. Around the edges of this chamber are cots and makeshift beds, with uninteresting personal effects littered around.

A near-silent thud, followed by a ratcheting sounds, comes from below.

perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

Haro finds a flower that has been lacking in care. He takes out his water skin and gives the flower a drink of it, then places it in any rays of sun that he sees.

If ok to retcon wembly had not yet moved, i am fine. I did not have access to the map this morning so was not sure.

Wembly will dismount Whiskers and move closer to the trapdoor and ladder.

"Whiskers, can you climb down something this steep? I dont want to leave you here with all these armies of demons running around ."

Once a scout has checked out the descent, Druthane will climb down too.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23

Celfwyn shakes off the feeling as he goes down the ladder. There he looks around and especially pays attention to the second trap door. He checks it for anything suspicious, not wanting to be fooled twice by the same thing.

Perception on second trap door: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (6) + 10 = 16

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

"Hmm, chilly," Devon chuckles, looking ready to jump through the next trap door. Others have showed keen interest in examining the door now though, so the halfling gunslinger is befuddled by the sudden interest and seems unusuably hesitant to run headlong to battle.

I seem to have missed something with that one... DC was 19 (14 was lower tier). Devon, Celfwyn, and Horatio suffer the effects of a Cha drain. Everyone make a perception check for each of the three please.
Drain: C: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5, D: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2,H: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

In the meantime the next trapdoor does not appear to be errr... well trapped.

Haro looks around
perception 1: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
perception 2: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
perception 3: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Haha, well that puts me at 3 Cha, hahaha. Good thing I don't need that at all.

Celfwyn is suddenly grumpier and shorter with everyone's responses than normal!

Devon's hesitation is apparently caused by the negative energy; his self-confidence isn't as drastic as before.

Perception 1: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Perception 2: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Perception 3: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Perception 1: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Perception 2: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
Perception 3: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

6 Cha here - we laugh about it now, but if we hit 0, we're KO, heh.

Horatio:
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

Ferox:
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

(Not that the wolf can really say anything - GM call on how/if Ferox reacts to anything he sees/hears/smells)

Wembly perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Wembly perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Wembly perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

Ferox sniffs the forehead of his rider, maybe even paws at it for a moment. He then sniffs at Wembly and the green cat's forehead. He excitedly paws his own forehead after the comparison and returns to Horatio showing affection like the bonded pair they are.

I think shall translate his communicating it as an aid bonus, Horatio can then see what his mount does and Druthane only misses it by one.

Eventually the whole party is made aware of some softly glowing runes on the foreheads of Celfwyn, Devon, and Horatio. Ferox seems disheartened that he is without one. The wolf is a little saddened that he was able to ride away from gaining such a rune.

The ratcheting sound from below continues.

Celfwyn shakes his head. "Can we find out what is making that infernal racket already?"

Wembly watches as Ferox runs around, trying to

He shrugs.

"I guess that is why I am more of a cat person, hey Whiskers . Celfwyn. I agree, lets find the source of the noise at least."

Not seeing his own rune, Devon merely points at Celfwyn and Horatio, giggling. "Ya got marked, haha!"

Should Wembly and Whiskers have those runes too? Is this tied to the negative energy wave?

Haro pats the dog on the head, and says in his native speech, "Worry not furry friend. Vanity brings men to condemnation."

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11 What is that rune?

Or not! ONWARD!

Celfwyn the Blind found no traps so the pathfinders open the next trapdoor.

Another 15-ft.-tall metal ladder leads from this room to the one below. The new room is much smaller so the ladder climbs up its north wall. Two trapdoors rest in the southwest and southeast corners of the chamber, whose walls and table are covered with maps. Two green-tinted glass windows, each roughly ten feet in diameter, look out to the canyon floor below.

Aye, the runes are related to the negative energy. Anyone else with spellcraft can make an attempt to identify their nature. Wembly & Whiskers were out of range of the trap, a mistake caught when I realized I should not be posting so so so late passed my bedtime. I could not even tell that 9<12! :P

Celfwyn looks for the mark on others, being told he has one as well.
T10 Perception on everyone: 10 + 10 = 20
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (3) + 13 = 16

Wembly and Whiskers climb down and check the others

Spellcraft : 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

"Hey, now what have we here?."

Perception : 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

Solid chance I'll be away from the desktop for much of the day (dissecting things in class today, so I won't have the freedom to check between classes.)

Druthane, feeling the pressure that each descent brings, concludes that the pathfinders are headed towards something big. He closes his eyes for a moment and takes stock of his magical and martial reserves. With a quick word to Desna he snaps his eyes open. His grip on Naishinto tightens and he lets some of those reserves mingle and coalesce. (He will refresh his enchantment on his blade. Furthermore he'll cast Mirror Image just before we descend the next set of trap doors. Considering how small these rooms are getting, she spell should last long enough.)

Extra Images: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

I should clarify, spellcraft with detect magic would be needed. That takes three rounds. Since some have buffs running do you want to try to identify the rune? It has an aura of necromancy.

Three strange runes, two trapdoors down, two big round windows, handful of tables with maps & such, infinite number of character choices....

I would have waited until the party said they were ready (the maps are coming with us too.)

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Wembly will cast detect magic checking anything in the room...runes, maps, tables, windows.

Haro will watch the mage cast spells and watch the pretty colors.

Celfwyn taps his foot impatiently.

Devon waves his pieces like an idiot. "Whatcha waiting for! Oh, well, sure, Brae-Hagen the Evil Villain surely can't escape, demons don' build 'em escape routes, too proud fo' that sorta stuff!"

Devon rushes in the second someone says "ready", pepperbox and pistol drawn.

Nothing glows to the gnome's mage sight (except the pathfinders and the newly acquired runes). Although he notes on one map a report of a cavalry army decimating the armies south of Shilvershore with a note 'release the howlers!' The elf speaks some arcane words and multiple images of him appear. The excessive number of maps he has grabbed seems almost comical when multiplied this way.

Detecting no traps on either trapdoor, the Pathfinders prepare to drop one more level. Horatio, ever the valiant, leads the charge if someone is willing to open the door for him.

I believe Horatio is OK with that though we haven't seen him in a couple of days. I will retcon that if I am wrong. & he will have to dismount climb/jump remount. Sorry for railroading, but there really are only two choices left. Which trapdoor, and who opens it?

Wemby will open the door for Horatio.

"Go get him! ."

knowledge planes & everyone should read the west spoiler. Also roll initiative & if you beat a 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6 post an action (no surprise round)

EDIT: A deep frightening growl escapes the lips of the burning man. "Uh oh."

Oops, Wembly opens the western door.

init: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13

Wembly waits to see what his allies do and if any action is needed. (Delays)

Init: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

Celfwyn descends the ladder and looks with mild regret at the creature before tossing a bomb at it just to see what it'll do.

Bomb?: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 7 + 1 = 21 vs touch AC
3d6 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (6, 1, 3) + 5 + 1 = 16 fire damage

Shield, False Life, and Blur still active
21 AC, 18 FF AC, 45/33 hp, 20% miss chance

Init: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
So, we're on the 2nd floor? just entering the room.

Haro moves forward after the faster people ran in and wacks at the thing with his quarterstaff.
attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 251d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

(Sorry, been sick in bed almost all week, but feeling better at last. Horatio is fine with that - I'll put him coming in the door on the right, I guess?)

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Roll Off vs enemy: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

(Assuming that Horatio doesn't beat the enemy in the roll-off, I'll wait before posting anything further)

Ferox stumbles a bit, slowing their descent into the final chamber, Horatio's visor jostled. "What ho! Blasted ladders, why not a ramp or a stairway for us mounted gentlemen! Clear the lane, ready the charge!" (In that ever-pompous "out of Africa" British-nobleman/game-hunter-like voice of his)

Celfwyn's bomb explodes on the creature's red skin. Bits of the flame bite into the creature, but not very much. Haro dashes in, a red streak in the dim light. There is a loud thwack as his staff connects with the man's horned visage.

R1
Celfwyn (18): O?: 1d12 ⇒ 1
Wembly (13):
Haro (10): We are in the second floor (round windows & maps), descending to 3rd to attack (I moved your avi)
Braegen 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8 (6.28)
Horatio (6.24): dismount to descend ladder? & only the west is open currently.

If combat is happening he'll risk the higher DC for Ferox jumping down with him mounted (increases the DC by 5, I believe). Go ahead and move me wherever I should be. Thanks!

"O?"?

Initiative: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 4 + 2 = 20

Devon, as he has previously stated, foolishly jumps into the fray.

Acrobatics: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30

After a masterful jump and landing on his feet, he dashes next to the wall, then firing a single bullet from his pepperbox.

Attack, +1 Lucky Pepperbox, Point Blank Shot, Deadly Aim: 1d20 + 13 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 13 + 1 - 2 = 13 for Damage (bludgeoning, magic): 1d6 + 1 + 1 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 1 + 1 + 4 = 11
Thanks to his weapon's qualities, however, then smoke starts to spurt out, the weapon tries again. Magically. (Lucky weapon enhancment)
Attack, +1 Lucky Pepperbox, Point Blank Shot, Deadly Aim: 1d20 + 13 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 13 + 1 - 2 = 14 (FFS!)
Despite the magic at works, the weapon refuses to fire. Thanks to Devon's quick reflexes he is able to salvage his weapon without damaging it. (Stranger's Fortune)

"YOU CURSED DEMONIC MONSTA OF UNLUCK!" Devon shouts and curses, "I'LL STRANGLE YOUR GUTS ONCE I'M DONE WITH YA!"

8 posts during my night, all starting from 4am. Couldn't post earlier.

init: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

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ROUND 1

Druthane will rush over and drop down, trying to do,so gracefully Acrobatics: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14.

As soon as he spies the enemy, he'll cast Snowball: Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10 cold damage if hit: 4d6 ⇒ (3, 5, 2, 4) = 14 enemy must make a fort save DC 16 or be staggered for 1 round.

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Devon jumps down with a loud report exploding from him. Another loud report explodes from his pepperbox. Druthane let's loose a string of arcane syllables that turns into a ball of cold hurled at the demon thing.

Both Pathfinders fail to connect.

Haro's staff cracks against the walk, his target not quite where he thought it was.

R1
Devon (20): gun fail
Celfwyn (18): hits demon
Druthane (15): misses
Wembly (13): delays
Haro (10): O?: 1d12 ⇒ 6 missed
Braegen 1d20+2 (6.28):
Horatio (6.24):

Wembly and whiskers will climb down after the others.