BrOp's PFS #7-05 School of Spirits (Inactive)

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Pathfinder Society RPG scenario #7-05: School of Spirits
Written by: Alex Greenshields


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Dark Archive

Female Half-Elf Summoner 4 ( 31hp/ 1 nonlethal | AC 17, t 13, ff 14 | F +3, R +4, W +3 | Init +3 | Perception +5, low light vision )

Leia perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Odin perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Dark Archive

Female Human Conjurer 9 | HP 74/74 | Init+2 | F:+11 R: +9 W: +12

Maybe J. or Grisham notice? Cause we all fail...

EDIT: Oh, maybe my familiar perception: 20 + 9 = 29


"Did you all notice the ground shaking as well?"


Suddenly the sky outside turns black, as if a massive storm moved in from nowhere. The ground begins to tremble and and shake. You are all suddenly surrounded by dozens of students running for the door, but just before they can reach the exit there is a mighty cracking sound from above as the ceiling collapses. Everyone (except for Grishan who is incorporeal) begins to be pelted by falling beams, mortar, and roof tiles.

Everyone takes 4d6 ⇒ (2, 1, 2, 6) = 11 points of damage from the falling debris.

Everyone is buried in debris, although it can be moved.

Silver Crusade

Male Human (Kellid ancestry)
Spoiler:
- AC:22[28]/T:10[16]/FF:22[28] || HP 44/44 || F+12*/R+7*/W+8* || Per -2* || Init +0* *:+2 vs. haunts[vs. smite target - currently Cassiel]

With the first falling debris, Egmund moves without hesitation to try to pull Junia to the floor interposing his body to shelter her from harm.

He grunts in pain with the multiple impacts against his plate clad body. Even with his shield above his head pieces manage to get though.

After the collapse is over he begins to slowly pull himself and anyone else still trapped free.

Silver Crusade

Male Oread
Stats:
Init +7;AC 20 (18 w/o shield), HP 35/35, F6/R2/W7.

Sad Rock reacts too late to cover J's body with his own, his shield coming up lamely and lately as the stone falls and earth rocks.

"Bad rock! Bad rock! Not my fault! Sad *not* monster!" Sad yells in confusion and worry.

After digging himself and J out of the rubble, Sad draws his happy stick (wand of CLW, not that other thing you freakzoid) and heals J first, then himself, then Eggman.

"Sad Rock sorry!"

J:
"Iumdae sucks!" Sad says, touching his wand to J.
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 CLW
"Iumdae sucks!"
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 CLW

Egg:
"Iumdae sucks!"
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 CLW
"Iumdae sucks!"
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8 CLW

SR:
"Iumdae sucks!"
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9 CLW
"Iumdae sucks!"
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 CLW

Silver Crusade

Male Human (Kellid ancestry)
Spoiler:
- AC:22[28]/T:10[16]/FF:22[28] || HP 44/44 || F+12*/R+7*/W+8* || Per -2* || Init +0* *:+2 vs. haunts[vs. smite target - currently Cassiel]

Assuming that everyone is ok after the collapse

Egmund can't help but laugh at the activation phrase for Sad Rock's wand.

"Did you buy that wand from a Cayden ite cleric?" he is finally able to sputter.

Getting himself marginally under control he claps his oread friend jn the shoulder, "I am certainly thankful you are here sad."

Dark Archive

Female Human Conjurer 9 | HP 74/74 | Init+2 | F:+11 R: +9 W: +12

Lilybeth tries to free herself from the rubble.

"Ouch! That really hurt! I think I might have broken something."

Dark Archive

Female Half-Elf Summoner 4 ( 31hp/ 1 nonlethal | AC 17, t 13, ff 14 | F +3, R +4, W +3 | Init +3 | Perception +5, low light vision )

Ouch. That was entirely too real.

Dark Archive

Female Human Conjurer 9 | HP 74/74 | Init+2 | F:+11 R: +9 W: +12

Lilybeth's analytic mind kicks in.

"Hmmm, is there any ectoplasmic residue? It would be fascinating to get a sample!"


Grishan stands amidst the rubble, looking at all of you in a somewhat confused manner. Next to her there is a slight groan as J pulls herself out of the rubble.

"Ugh, that didn't feel so good."

At the touch of Sad Rock's wand, she brightens considerable, especially when she hears the oread intone the holy words of activation.

Wading through broken timbers, mortar, and bricks, she makes her way to the door and outside. "I will meet you outside, if you could give me a minute."

Grishan shrugs and simply walks unencumbered through the debris. He stoops down and examines a piece of rubble, which turns out to be a plaque of some kind.

"Here," he intones gravely, "they must have put this up in memoriam. Nice to be remembered."

The plaque is embossed with the portraits and names of several students who died in the earthquake: Badru Ahnkamen, Grishan Maldris, Cassiel Marlinchen, Stilonius Morilla, Anaretta Nimz, and Jaran Shamyyid.


Lilybeth Zey wrote:

Lilybeth's analytic mind kicks in.

"Hmmm, is there any ectoplasmic residue? It would be fascinating to get a sample!"

Lilybeth:
There does seem to be some kind of slime covering the rocks here. It is clear and has the consistency of viscous phlegm. It has a faint earthy smell and seems to evaporate quickly.
Dark Archive

Female Human Conjurer 9 | HP 74/74 | Init+2 | F:+11 R: +9 W: +12

Lilybeth collects a sample in a closed container

Silver Crusade

Male Oread
Stats:
Init +7;AC 20 (18 w/o shield), HP 35/35, F6/R2/W7.
Egmund "Eggman" Jessop wrote:
"Did you buy that wand from a Cayden ite cleric?" he is finally able to sputter.

Sad looks confused.

"No, from Church of AssMode. They say that AssMode Deus is good god. They give me wand because they like Sad Rock," Sad explains as he puts away his wand.

Sad Rock waits with J, silently except for the scratching of his ass.

Silver Crusade

Male Human (Kellid ancestry)
Spoiler:
- AC:22[28]/T:10[16]/FF:22[28] || HP 44/44 || F+12*/R+7*/W+8* || Per -2* || Init +0* *:+2 vs. haunts[vs. smite target - currently Cassiel]

Egmund moves so that he can keep an eye on Junia, following her if necessary. He is more concerned for her safety than being polite.

Damage tracker
Sad Rock: no damage
Egmund: no damage
Junia: 3 damage
Lilybeth: 11 damage
Lilybeth's familiar: 11 damage
Leia: 11 damage
Davnet: 11 damage

Grand Lodge

Fetchling Arcane Caster 3 | AC 17 t13 ff14 | HP 21/22 | F+2 R+3 W+5|AR: 4/5 | darkvision 60'

Davnet pulls himself out of the rubble slowly. "Ugh... that was not fun." He draws a slender bone wand and uses it on the remaining wounded: J first, then Lilybeth, Leia, and (after being reminded) Lilybeth's familiar. Each heals 10 hp over the course of a minute.

detect evil:
Each person healed takes on an evil aura as their wounds close.

After the group is healed, Davnet uses the wand on himself as well.

"J, I believe one of us must accompany you... please choose someone who can keep you in sight." If she refuses, Davnet will follow her, apologizing profusely but unwilling to break the promise made to her mother.

Dark Archive

Female Human Conjurer 9 | HP 74/74 | Init+2 | F:+11 R: +9 W: +12

"Thank you"


J is not inconsiderate, and follows Davnet's request, waiting for one of the group to accompany her before moving out of sight.

Once everyone has freed themselves from the rubble and made their way back outside, J addresses the group, struggling a bit to find the words to express how she is feeling.

"Thank you for enduring that with me. It was not pleasant, I know, and I am sorry you came to some harm. It was ... important that I was able to experience some of my classmates' suffering, even if it was just an echo of it."

She then turns toward the main entrance to the necropolis, the main focus of the Pathfinder Society's efforts here for the past few years.

"I feel another presence here," she says hesitatingly, "something calling me from below."

Grishan speaks up. "I agree. There is a malevolent presence emanating from the necropolis. Something is not at rest there."

You can't remember Dreng having mentioned anything about a haunting or undead presence in the necropolis. That area was supposedly cleared out by the Society years ago.

Grand Lodge

Fetchling Arcane Caster 3 | AC 17 t13 ff14 | HP 21/22 | F+2 R+3 W+5|AR: 4/5 | darkvision 60'

"This area has been explored recently... it is alleged to be safe," Davnet says to no one in particular. "We should investigate, but I hesitate to put J in harm's way again."

Dark Archive

Female Human Conjurer 9 | HP 74/74 | Init+2 | F:+11 R: +9 W: +12

The magics that Davnet used seemed kind of edgy. It is quite potent though! I should research it.

"Let's go!"

Silver Crusade

Male Oread
Stats:
Init +7;AC 20 (18 w/o shield), HP 35/35, F6/R2/W7.

Sad listens to J while standing at her side.

"Yeah, Sad help sad ghost too. Sad not want others to be sad," Sad says, looking at his feet in contemplation.

When Sad is only one sad, then Sad is happy.


Sticking together, the group pushes forward toward the entrance of the ancient necropolis: a short tunnel covered with a plywood door. Pushing aside the door reveals a staircase going down, but the party is first overwhelmed by the stench of death: something died in here, and not that recently judging by the smell of decay.

Shining a light down the stairs, the party can see a trio of humanoid bodies slumped against the walls and lying on the floor. None of them are moving. Past the bodies, the corridor continues ahead into the darkness.

Silver Crusade

Male Oread
Stats:
Init +7;AC 20 (18 w/o shield), HP 35/35, F6/R2/W7.

Sad waddles closer, but uses his darkvision to look down for signs of movement or trouble.

1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23 Perception

"What kill them? Sad go look but protecting girl," Sad says, happy to go down but worried about leaving J.

Sad looks to see if Egg wants to go down first.

Dark Archive

Female Half-Elf Summoner 4 ( 31hp/ 1 nonlethal | AC 17, t 13, ff 14 | F +3, R +4, W +3 | Init +3 | Perception +5, low light vision )

checks her wands, pulls one of infernal healing. taps herself with it once and odin with it once.

a minute later, damage on each: 1hp

Leia looks down the stairs and volunteers. We'll go have a look. Come along Odin.

She puts a light on a stone so she can see better, and approaches, trying to see what killed the three people, her gun out in her other hand, odin just ahead of her as she approaches.

leia @ perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
odin @ perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
leia @ heal : 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

Grand Lodge

Fetchling Arcane Caster 3 | AC 17 t13 ff14 | HP 21/22 | F+2 R+3 W+5|AR: 4/5 | darkvision 60'

Leia: I healed you after the fight, but seem to have forgotten your companion.

"Those bodies look... smell... recently deceased. Pathfinders, perhaps? Or looters?" he muses, to no one in particular.

Davnet follows the group downstairs, alert for danger.

Perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (15) + 0 = 15


The three humans seem to have been dead for at least a week. They don't look like Pathfinders ... at least you don't recognize them from the Grand Lodge. One seems to have died from some kind of blunt trauma, but the other two show no signs of injury. All three are still carrying all of their equipment.

By searching them you can find: three suits of leather armor, three short swords, three oils of magic weapon, two potions of cure light wounds, two potions of cure moderate wounds, two potions of remove fear, a scroll of breath of life, a scroll of remove disease, a pair of ghostvision gloves, a wand of lesser restoration (6 charges), a wand of protection from evil (18 charges), a collection of excavation tools and sundry items, and 105 gp. The magic items are each marked with a small Glyph of the Open Road, just like the items you found in the supply shed.

Silver Crusade

Male Oread
Stats:
Init +7;AC 20 (18 w/o shield), HP 35/35, F6/R2/W7.

Sad groans the deaths, but smiles briefly as the magic items were recovered.

"This is why life sad. People always dying alone...just like Sad alone," Sad says, parsing out the magics to others. He needs none of it himself and is happy to allow others to take the goods.

"We bury bodies now or later? Maybe move to graveyard for now?" Sad asks, assuming any gruntwork is his alone.

Sad drags the bodies out of the stairwell, closing their eyes (if he can), and crossing their arms peacefully.

He is ready to continue on.

Grand Lodge

Fetchling Arcane Caster 3 | AC 17 t13 ff14 | HP 21/22 | F+2 R+3 W+5|AR: 4/5 | darkvision 60'

Davnet shakes his head sadly. "I wonder what killed them... some sort of trap?" He casts detect magic to identify the items, and scans the area while he is at it.

Turning to his rocky friend, Davnet awkwardly punches him in the shoulder, in emulation of something he once saw. "Sadrock, you are not alone... we are with you."

Davnet will carry the wand of protection from evil and a potion of cure moderate wounds if no one objects.

Silver Crusade

Male Human (Kellid ancestry)
Spoiler:
- AC:22[28]/T:10[16]/FF:22[28] || HP 44/44 || F+12*/R+7*/W+8* || Per -2* || Init +0* *:+2 vs. haunts[vs. smite target - currently Cassiel]
Sad Rock wrote:
"This is why life sad. People always dying alone...just like Sad alone,"

"Death is the same as birth. We each experience it alone." Egmund shares philosophically.

Sad Rock wrote:
"We bury bodies now or later? Maybe move to graveyard for now?"

Egmund's agreement could be seen by people outside of the district.

"They died to long ago. Their sparks have faded to much for me to rekindle them. At least we can return them to the lodge when we leave."

He helps Sad drag that bodies out of the stairwell.

On returning
Assuming that someone tells Egmund what the magic items do:

"Osiris has given me many blessing. He has made me both immune to fear and disease. He has given me the ability to heal using his divine energy."

"I already have a more powerful healing potion.", gesturing to the potion of cure serious wounds in his bandoleer.

"I can activate either of the wands but he does not give me the power to use this scroll."

"I believe I am the only one here who channels divine power to heal others and so it would seem that I am the only one who could fully use the gloves."

He looks around to see what his companions think.

If no one explains what the magic items do

Egmund looks confused at the collection of obviously magical gear, "What do these things do?"

He looks around to his companions for an answer to his question.


Egmund "Eggman" Jessop wrote:
Assuming that someone tells Egmund what the magic items do:

Yes, let us assume everything was correctly identified.

Silver Crusade

Male Oread
Stats:
Init +7;AC 20 (18 w/o shield), HP 35/35, F6/R2/W7.
Egmund "Eggman" Jessop wrote:
"Death is the same as birth. We each experience it alone." Egmund shares philosophically.

"If Sad were dead, Sad wouldn't be sad, Sad wouldn't be glad, but Sad wouldn't be," Sad murmurs in return, grabbing a body by the arms and bringing it to the surface.

Sad bows his head over the first body.

"Let your tears come, let the tears water your soul," Sad says over the first.

"Sleep. Only now will you know peace or happiness," Sad says over the second.

"Life is the whisper of death," Sad says over the body of the third.

He is ready to move on and returns to protecting J.


J smiles as Sad Rock intones the words over the bodies. "Those were kind words, Sad Rock. Are all of your people as gentle and poetic as you? Most people that I have met in my life were focused on their position and defending that from anyone else. Not much room for gentleness or kindness."

Dark Archive

Female Human Conjurer 9 | HP 74/74 | Init+2 | F:+11 R: +9 W: +12

Are these people pathfinders, or did they loot the shed

Lilybeth looks through a recent Chronicle.

Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 10 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 10 + 2 = 15

Dark Archive

Female Human Conjurer 9 | HP 74/74 | Init+2 | F:+11 R: +9 W: +12

"Let's move!"

Dark Archive

Female Half-Elf Summoner 4 ( 31hp/ 1 nonlethal | AC 17, t 13, ff 14 | F +3, R +4, W +3 | Init +3 | Perception +5, low light vision )

yup, picked up and handed out the stuff. there's just one way to go right? so on we go

i think they looted the shed.

Silver Crusade

Male Oread
Stats:
Init +7;AC 20 (18 w/o shield), HP 35/35, F6/R2/W7.
GM BrOp - PFS wrote:
"Those were kind words, Sad Rock. Are all of your people as gentle and poetic as you? "

Sad Rock looks confused as J speaks.

My people?

"Sad don't have people. Sad lone oread making lone trip across life...until Sad die alone," Sad replies.

GM BrOp - PFS wrote:
"Most people that I have met in my life were focused on their position and defending that from anyone else. Not much room for gentleness or kindness."

Sad smiles at the compliment, momentarily freed of glum. He tries to explain.

"Sad not protect you J from bad things. Sad help you realize monster not under bed, but in your head." Sad puts hand on J's face, connecting. "Sad gentle and kind because Sad fight that battle all the time."

"Now J, let us go below. Sad with you."


J seems to want to ask the oread more questions, but realizes that they have come here to perform a task. There will be time to ask questions later, she thinks to herself. Flanked on all sides, she and Grishan move forward into the necropolis.

The corridor soon opens out into a small antechamber. In the middle of the room sits the spirit of a young woman with blond hair. As you approach, she gets up and addresses J.

"“I’ve been waiting for you a long time, Junia. Waiting for you to come back. Why did you leave me? Won’t you come back to me? Then we can all be friends again.”"

J and Grishan seem frozen in place at the sight of the apparition, a look of shame and horror etched on their faces.

"Cassiel, Cassiel, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," J mutters, seemingly able to do little else.


In case things get dice-y: COMBAT MAP

Grand Lodge

Fetchling Arcane Caster 3 | AC 17 t13 ff14 | HP 21/22 | F+2 R+3 W+5|AR: 4/5 | darkvision 60'

"J, are you in danger from this ghost?" Davnet whispers.

Addressing the spirit, Davnet holds both arms up straight in salute. "Greetings, spirit. I am called Davnet. It is an honor to meet you."


The ghost seems to momentarily take its eyes off of J to take in the other people in the room, but then focuses back on her.

"Why did you leave me, Junia? You, Grishan, and I, we were all supposed to be together forever."

Grand Lodge

Fetchling Arcane Caster 3 | AC 17 t13 ff14 | HP 21/22 | F+2 R+3 W+5|AR: 4/5 | darkvision 60'

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (19) + 0 = 19 Does this look like it's going well?


Davnet Dragos wrote:
Does this look like it's going well?

Ghosts are hard to read ... you're not sure.

Dark Archive

Female Human Conjurer 9 | HP 74/74 | Init+2 | F:+11 R: +9 W: +12

Cassiel Marlinchen, the daughter of Deris Marlinchen. The man that spend 10 years waiting for his daughter.

"Cassiel Marlinchen? Your father has waited for you outside the school for many, many years. Why didn't you contact him?"

Silver Crusade

Male Oread
Stats:
Init +7;AC 20 (18 w/o shield), HP 35/35, F6/R2/W7.

1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4 Sense Motive

Sad glares at the ghost as it tries to intimidate J. He doesn't know much about ghosts, only that they are ghostly...which is enough for Sad Rock.

Sad looks at Egmund as if seeking guidance on what to do.

Grand Lodge

Fetchling Arcane Caster 3 | AC 17 t13 ff14 | HP 21/22 | F+2 R+3 W+5|AR: 4/5 | darkvision 60'

Davnet waits to see the ghost's response to Lilybeth's reply, but in his mind he is already rehearsing the words he will say to invoke arcane might upon the spirit, should it prove disagreeable.

Silver Crusade

Male Human (Kellid ancestry)
Spoiler:
- AC:22[28]/T:10[16]/FF:22[28] || HP 44/44 || F+12*/R+7*/W+8* || Per -2* || Init +0* *:+2 vs. haunts[vs. smite target - currently Cassiel]

Egmund's eyes once again lock on the most recent threat to Junia as he mutters under his breath
...and if through them you can see
it's called incorporeality.
You'll need magic to get that job done...

before calling out to his god,
"Osiris open me to the waters of truth and show me if this one disturbs ma'at."

Detect evil on the ghost

IF the ghost detects as evil
===> THEN
===> No action - 5-foot step towards the South West to make him the closest target
===> Swift action - Smite the ghost

Egmund's voice is soft with compassion and hope, "Cassiel? You died here and I know that you are stuck. What is it that your soul needs to have in order for it to allow you move on to your peaceful rest?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (18) + 16 = 34


Egmund:
The spirit detects as evil.

The spirit of Cassiel Marlichen glares at the Kellid man and points an accusing finger at J. "She left me here. All alone! After they left, I had no one to play with ... no one to play with ..."

The girl seems to grow more transparent and blurry by the second, but suddenly comes back into hard focus.

"Why should she be forgiven? What did she do to earn her survival when Grishan and I died of thirst and hunger?"

Dark Archive

Female Human Conjurer 9 | HP 74/74 | Init+2 | F:+11 R: +9 W: +12
GM BrOp - PFS wrote:
"Why should she be forgiven? What did she do to earn her survival when Grishan and I died of thirst and hunger?"

"She actually did not have a choice. She was comatosed by an Allip and would have died from starvation, but a magic ring prevented this. You can't blame someone for having dumb luck. J. told me just a few hours ago you used to be one of her closest friends. The link you both still have is possibly what drew her here."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (20) + 16 = 36


The apparition looks shocked. "She told you she was my friend? Maybe I have seen it all wrong, for such a very long time."

J seems to gather some courage and steps forward to hesitantly address the spirit of Cassiel. "I'm sorry ... I'm sorry this happened to you, Cass. I can't tell you how long I have tortured myself, felt guilty for having lived when you and Grishan both died. There is no rhyme or reason to this, at least none that I can see. I know there is not much peace to be found here, but know that Grishan and I still talk of you every day. Maybe that can provide some small comfort."

The spirit listens to J and nods solemnly as she finishes.

"You were both my friends," she says to both J and Grishan. "I hope to see you all again sometime."

With a slight sigh, the apparition fades into nothingness.

J turns around, tears in her eyes. "Thank you so much for all you have done, Pathfinders. I could not imagined a better ending to our visit here."

Whereas the necropolis had felt dark and oppressive before, a sense of lightness now begins to comes over the whole place.

Silver Crusade

Male Oread
Stats:
Init +7;AC 20 (18 w/o shield), HP 35/35, F6/R2/W7.

Sad Rock stands steady as if not sure what happened. He continues to look around for danger, but seems a bit lighter as well. He is not used to such lightness in his life.

"Eggman, what happened? Is ghosty ghost gone?" Sad asks, then looks to Lilybeth. "Calistrian, is all going to be okay now?"

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