DM PatheticWretch presents Emerald Spire (Level 3: Splinterden) (Inactive)

Game Master PatheticWretch

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Having explored the upper level of the Emerald Spire, the group of Pathfinders now finds themselves with only one option: to see what lies beneath the surface.

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Grand Lodge

M Human Brawler 4 | HP40/40 | AC 21; Tch 14; FF 17 | F +6; R +6; W +2 | CMB +8; CMD 22 Trip(11/25) | Init +2 | Perc +8

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Scarab Sages

Male Ustalavic Undine - Draconic Druid/4 | HP: 27/27 | AC: 17[18] (13 Tch, 14[15] Fl) | CMB: +3, CMD: 16 | F: +6, R: +5, W: +9 | Init: +2 | Perc: +11, SM: +4 | Speed 30ft / Swim 30ft | Re-roll (+2) 1/1 |Hydraulic Push1/1 | Dragon Shape 1/1 Active conditions: None.

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Silver Crusade

Male Kitsune Bard 4 | HP 31 | AC 16/17; Tch 13; FF 13/14 | F +2; R +6; W +2 | CMB 0; CMD 13 | Speed 30 ft | Init +5 | Short Bow: +7 (1d6+1) | Perc -1

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Dark Archive

Human (Chelish) Arcanist (Occultist) 2 - HP: 12/12 - AC: 11, T: 10, FF: 11 - Fort/Ref/Will: +2/+1/+4 - Initiative: +2 Perception: +0 - Arcane Pool: 1/5 - Spells: 1st: 3/4

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Silver Crusade

female oread inquisitor of Iomedae (sanctified slayer) 3 | HP 27/27, L1 spells 4/4, touch of glory 6/6 | AC 18, T 12, FF 17 | F +6, R +4, W +7 | CMB +6, CMD 17 | Spd 15' | Perc +8 | Init +4

Diggity


Having explored the first level of the Emerald Spire in their search for the missing wizards, the group finds reinforcements and proceeds down a flight of stairs to the second level.

The steep stair descends through solid bedrock for fifty feet before ending in a stone-lined room. A large stone door stands directly south of the stair, a small alcove lies to the east, and another door to the southeast is slightly ajar. An extinguished torch rests on the floor of the alcove.

I'll get a map up shortly (site permitting), but go ahead and introduce yourselves.

Grand Lodge

M Human Brawler 4 | HP40/40 | AC 21; Tch 14; FF 17 | F +6; R +6; W +2 | CMB +8; CMD 22 Trip(11/25) | Init +2 | Perc +8

"Quiet Chortles! As a rule of thumb you don't want to be yammering on when entering a large, dark, damp hole" Booms the large man seeming oblivious to his own advice, maybe a small part of him hoping the bard will manage to keep his mouth shut for 5 minutes.

Dark Archive

Human (Chelish) Arcanist (Occultist) 2 - HP: 12/12 - AC: 11, T: 10, FF: 11 - Fort/Ref/Will: +2/+1/+4 - Initiative: +2 Perception: +0 - Arcane Pool: 1/5 - Spells: 1st: 3/4

The bookish Cheliaxan next to Stonetree flinches at his outburst.

"Not one for following your own advice, are you?"

Grand Lodge

M Human Brawler 4 | HP40/40 | AC 21; Tch 14; FF 17 | F +6; R +6; W +2 | CMB +8; CMD 22 Trip(11/25) | Init +2 | Perc +8

"Huh? Stonetree mutters turning his attention to Gratus "Oh well trust me you can't let Chortles get started or you be regretting it when the headache sets in." answered Stonetree in a whisper that entire group could easily hear.

Silver Crusade

female oread inquisitor of Iomedae (sanctified slayer) 3 | HP 27/27, L1 spells 4/4, touch of glory 6/6 | AC 18, T 12, FF 17 | F +6, R +4, W +7 | CMB +6, CMD 17 | Spd 15' | Perc +8 | Init +4

Selethe's eyes dart back and forth between Stonetree and Chortles, trying to size up her new group. "I'm called Selethe and I'm pleased to be joining this expedition. Hopefully we will all be free of headaches." Her stone-blue skin blushes slightly at her own attempt at humor.

Grand Lodge

Male Aasimar DEAD

A figure clad in bandage-wrapped full plate, a greatsword strapped to its back, and its face covered by a silver Osiriani death mask, strides forward to greet the party.

"This One extends greetings and felicitations to his fellow Pathfinders. This One has the honor of being the holy vessel for a fragment of That Which Was Lost, to prevent It from being Taken. More prosaically, this One is known as Osiris."

Grand Lodge

M Human Brawler 4 | HP40/40 | AC 21; Tch 14; FF 17 | F +6; R +6; W +2 | CMB +8; CMD 22 Trip(11/25) | Init +2 | Perc +8

Stonetree turns to and gives Osiris a firm pat on the back. "Ha! Not sure what you all said there, but its a pleasure to met you. They call me Stonetree."


Map is up...please place your icon in the explored area.

After exploring the first level in some kind of magical darkness, this level is thankfully clear of that effect. It does seem to be lit by irregular, luminescent patches of greenish-white, furry mold.

The ceilings are ten feet high, with an inordinate amount of spider webs.

Silver Crusade

female oread inquisitor of Iomedae (sanctified slayer) 3 | HP 27/27, L1 spells 4/4, touch of glory 6/6 | AC 18, T 12, FF 17 | F +6, R +4, W +7 | CMB +6, CMD 17 | Spd 15' | Perc +8 | Init +4

Selethe looks around cautiously in the greenish glow.

perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22


The furry mold seems to be congregated mostly on the floor, and grows around what appears to be dung of some sort.

Scarab Sages

Male Ustalavic Undine - Draconic Druid/4 | HP: 27/27 | AC: 17[18] (13 Tch, 14[15] Fl) | CMB: +3, CMD: 16 | F: +6, R: +5, W: +9 | Init: +2 | Perc: +11, SM: +4 | Speed 30ft / Swim 30ft | Re-roll (+2) 1/1 |Hydraulic Push1/1 | Dragon Shape 1/1 Active conditions: None.

Hanging at the back of the group is a slender Ustalavian Man with very pale features tinged with blue and shock white hair with a black streak. He wears a battered and musty suit that was clearly the height of fashion some many years ago and a battered top hat very much the same. A Wicked scythe his across his back, though he doesn't seem too confident in it.

Wincing as Stonetree takes up his usual bellowing, and grateful someone else is there to stand next to him for a time, Dragos eyes Osiris with awe interested to see if they are truly one of the famous Osirian Mummies, or another poor deluded soul. Turning to the Companion sat on his shoulders, a small purple scaled Drake looking sukllen, Dragos gives a formal Ustalavian bow.

"How remiss of me! Stonetree and my Partner Chortles I already know, but for the rest of you. I am Dragomir Gaspair-Dukain, of Dukain and Tarantio Funerary services in Ustalav, a pleasure."

He takes a moment to examine each of the gathered agents, as if mentally sizing them up for a box...

Scarab Sages

Male Drake (Air) | HP: 19/19 | AC:17[18] (15 Tch, 14[15] Fl) | CMB: 0, CMD: 13 | F: +3, R: +6, W: +3 | Init: +3 | Perc: +0, SM: +0 | Speed 20ft | | Active conditions:Magic Fang, 1 Minute

Lazily perched on Dragos' shoulders, Tarantio eyes the group through one partly opened orb, very dis-interested. Upon seeing the bard the Drake rolls their eyes and hisses in the tongue of dragons.

Draconic:
"You promised he would not be here! You bets not expect me to bite any more goblinflesh!"

Grand Lodge

Male Aasimar DEAD

Osiris stares impassively back at Dragos, before expounding:

"This One does not claim to be one of the Honored Dead; his attire is a memento mori, a reminder of what will happen to all, even the Gods... but Death is only the Beginning..."

Dark Archive

Human (Chelish) Arcanist (Occultist) 2 - HP: 12/12 - AC: 11, T: 10, FF: 11 - Fort/Ref/Will: +2/+1/+4 - Initiative: +2 Perception: +0 - Arcane Pool: 1/5 - Spells: 1st: 3/4

Gratus shivers as he descends into the chilly dungeon.

"An undertaker and his 'future client'? This bodes well... Would you perhaps like to take my measurements before we get to far, Mr Gaspair-Dukain? Just to be safe..."

Silver Crusade

Male Kitsune Bard 4 | HP 31 | AC 16/17; Tch 13; FF 13/14 | F +2; R +6; W +2 | CMB 0; CMD 13 | Speed 30 ft | Init +5 | Short Bow: +7 (1d6+1) | Perc -1

"Friends! and Stonetree! Welcome and felicitations! It is a marvelous thing to be surrounded by such as yourselves." Chortles flashes a mischievous toothy grin as he swings his "axe" from its holster and begins the intro of a great ballad of strength and courage.

As he plays he scans the party. Viewing the lizard, Chortles promises himself to some day learn the dragon-tongue.

Seeing a new face, he sings, "Pleased to meet you Selethe,".

His eyes jump to the mummy and he chokes on his words. Trying not to be rude he clears his throat and strums a finale chord.

Then he smells Stonetree, "Ah! Stone Man! I see you've finally perfected your Soup of the Eunuch!" Chortles falls in to hearty chuckles and is unable to continue his introduction.

Silver Crusade

Male Kitsune Bard 4 | HP 31 | AC 16/17; Tch 13; FF 13/14 | F +2; R +6; W +2 | CMB 0; CMD 13 | Speed 30 ft | Init +5 | Short Bow: +7 (1d6+1) | Perc -1

Chortles walks to the dung pile and uses the most useless thing in the room, his bow, to poke at the poop pile to reveal its owner.

Knowledge Dungeoneering - dung: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17


Chortles might be adept at identifying creatures, but alas, his skill at identifying dung needs a little work. Not a big creature, whatever it is...

Upon further investigation of the area, the door to the south is locked from the other side, and there is no sign of a key.

The door to the southeast is ajar.

An extinguished torch is lying on the floor in the eastern alcove.

Grand Lodge

M Human Brawler 4 | HP40/40 | AC 21; Tch 14; FF 17 | F +6; R +6; W +2 | CMB +8; CMD 22 Trip(11/25) | Init +2 | Perc +8

"Dragos! What ya make of this?" Stonetree howlers while pointing o the torch in the alcove "Seems a bit out place.."

Stonetree activates his wayfinder and gives the alcove a good search.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

Dark Archive

Human (Chelish) Arcanist (Occultist) 2 - HP: 12/12 - AC: 11, T: 10, FF: 11 - Fort/Ref/Will: +2/+1/+4 - Initiative: +2 Perception: +0 - Arcane Pool: 1/5 - Spells: 1st: 3/4

Gratus looks nervously at the not quite closed door.

"Do any of you want to scout through the ajar door, or should I conjure some assistance?

Scarab Sages

Male Ustalavic Undine - Draconic Druid/4 | HP: 27/27 | AC: 17[18] (13 Tch, 14[15] Fl) | CMB: +3, CMD: 16 | F: +6, R: +5, W: +9 | Init: +2 | Perc: +11, SM: +4 | Speed 30ft / Swim 30ft | Re-roll (+2) 1/1 |Hydraulic Push1/1 | Dragon Shape 1/1 Active conditions: None.

Smiling a strange grin, Dragos looks to Gratus with a twinkle in their eye. "Not to worry my friend! I have just the casket in mind, a lovely Chelish number. Red velvet lined, and of a lovely polished Mahogany."

Eyebrow raised at Chrotles' poop examination, Dragos turns his attention to the Stonetree and smiles before dashing off to look around. "Certainly strange indeed! I hazard a guess we are not quite the first down here my friend! Let us look." With that, the Undertaker begins to scour the corner of the room, examing the empty sconce for any signs of mechanism.

perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

On Gratus' request he looks inquisitively to his business partner and smiles.

Draconic:
"Please?"

Scarab Sages

Male Drake (Air) | HP: 19/19 | AC:17[18] (15 Tch, 14[15] Fl) | CMB: 0, CMD: 13 | F: +3, R: +6, W: +3 | Init: +3 | Perc: +0, SM: +0 | Speed 20ft | | Active conditions:Magic Fang, 1 Minute

Amused by Chortles finding their true calling in this place, Tarantio mevertheless makes a mental note to avoid being too close to the bard in future. Head turned at Dragos inquisitive glance he sighs. Draconian eyes narrowed in suspicion, Tarantio glares at his business partner and at Gratus for his suggestion, Tarantio crawls from his perch and sneaks around the doorway, using every shadow to their best advantage.

Draconic:
"I will have my revenge for this indignified request..." the Drake mutters

Stealth: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (3) + 15 = 18 AND perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Silver Crusade

female oread inquisitor of Iomedae (sanctified slayer) 3 | HP 27/27, L1 spells 4/4, touch of glory 6/6 | AC 18, T 12, FF 17 | F +6, R +4, W +7 | CMB +6, CMD 17 | Spd 15' | Perc +8 | Init +4

Selethe examines the locked door more closely, wondering if there are traps. "Are any of you skilled in picking locks?"

perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

She responds to Gratus, "What type of assistance are you referring to, exactly?" She subconciously touches the symbol of the Inheritor on her breastplate.

Dark Archive

Human (Chelish) Arcanist (Occultist) 2 - HP: 12/12 - AC: 11, T: 10, FF: 11 - Fort/Ref/Will: +2/+1/+4 - Initiative: +2 Perception: +0 - Arcane Pool: 1/5 - Spells: 1st: 3/4

Gratus rolls his eyes at Selethe's righteous fidgeting.

"Don't worry. I find that drawing beings from the upper planes is the most useful in places like this. In fact, I'm in good standing with a mated pair of angelic eagles from Nirvana, who are sure to pay us a visit us during this venture."

He does some fidgeting of his own, adjusting his grip on his sickle before continuing.

"If the circumstances were to change, however, then I'm not averse to dredging up a servitor from the lower planes to do our bidding. The best tool for the job, and all that."

Silver Crusade

female oread inquisitor of Iomedae (sanctified slayer) 3 | HP 27/27, L1 spells 4/4, touch of glory 6/6 | AC 18, T 12, FF 17 | F +6, R +4, W +7 | CMB +6, CMD 17 | Spd 15' | Perc +8 | Init +4

She considers Gratus' words. "If it must be done then so be it. If I were too uptight to understand that, then I would have actually qualified to be a paladin. Thank my Lady that isn't so! Nevertheless I would appreciate you using your eagles when possible. Strict training in early childhood can be difficult to overcome, after all."

Silver Crusade

Male Kitsune Bard 4 | HP 31 | AC 16/17; Tch 13; FF 13/14 | F +2; R +6; W +2 | CMB 0; CMD 13 | Speed 30 ft | Init +5 | Short Bow: +7 (1d6+1) | Perc -1

Chortles plays an inspiring anthem to kick off this adventure,
"He 'went belly up' and 'bit the biscuit.'
'Laid down his burden' and never missed it.
'Gone to his maker' and 'out of print,'
'In a horizontal phone booth' for a permanent stint."

Inspire Competence: +2 skill checks
Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/dead-is-dead


Stonetree doesn't see anything else in the alcove with the burned-out torch, and neither does Selethe spot any traps on the door.

With few other options, they examine the hallway to the east. There is a closed doorway to the east, as well as a hallway extending to the north.

More of the luminescent fungus clings to various places of the hallway, providing more dim illumination.

Dark Archive

Human (Chelish) Arcanist (Occultist) 2 - HP: 12/12 - AC: 11, T: 10, FF: 11 - Fort/Ref/Will: +2/+1/+4 - Initiative: +2 Perception: +0 - Arcane Pool: 1/5 - Spells: 1st: 3/4

Huh, my last post didn't take.

Gratus shoots Selethe an awkward smile.

"I'm glad my are in agreement, then. Now, back to business. Who'll volunteer to go first through the hallway?"

Grand Lodge

M Human Brawler 4 | HP40/40 | AC 21; Tch 14; FF 17 | F +6; R +6; W +2 | CMB +8; CMD 22 Trip(11/25) | Init +2 | Perc +8

"I guess strange be strange" Stonetree grumbles at finding nothing

"Guess we should get movin'. Stonetree booms "Chortles why don't you stick your head in that there open door and see if anything tries to kill you"


To avoid too much of the 'who is going first?' thing, let's establish a marching order so that I always know who the guinea pig is. :)

Silver Crusade

female oread inquisitor of Iomedae (sanctified slayer) 3 | HP 27/27, L1 spells 4/4, touch of glory 6/6 | AC 18, T 12, FF 17 | F +6, R +4, W +7 | CMB +6, CMD 17 | Spd 15' | Perc +8 | Init +4

Probably Stonetree and myself on the front line it looks like?


Okay, to keep things going I have the two of you on the front line, Chortles and Dragos in the middle, and Gratis and Osiris taking up the rear. If you'd prefer to change that up, just let me know...

The group takes its time preparing for exploration of the tunnel to the east. About half-way down the hallway, double doors bisect the wall to the north.

Grand Lodge

M Human Brawler 4 | HP40/40 | AC 21; Tch 14; FF 17 | F +6; R +6; W +2 | CMB +8; CMD 22 Trip(11/25) | Init +2 | Perc +8

Ahh, half the fun was getting Chortles shot

Stonetree attempts to fling the doors to the north open.

Locked:

Finding the door secure Stonetree throws his shoulder into it.

Strength: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Unlocked:

Finding the door unlocked, Stonetree boldly steps in to the room and loudly proclaims "Put your arrows away I am not Chortles!"
Peeking over his shield he examines his surroundings
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27


Finding the door unlocked, and Chortles apparently unwilling to go first (at least this time), Stonetree opens the door.

A curving wall of glowing green crystal bulges out into this chamber from one corner. A stout wooden table stands along the wall opposite it. On the table lie three rotting human corpses and the remnants of a moon spider.

One of the human corpses has had all of its extremities severed, and its torso has been opened to reveal the internal organs. Another dismembered corpse has moon spider legs sewn onto the stumps in place of the removed limbs, all of which are neatly arranged near the rest of the moon spider.

A bucket full of reeking, old blood sits on the floor under the table, and needles with lengths of silken thread attached are stuck in a hand-sized block of bloodstained wax atop the table.

Stonetree holds up a hand as he looks skeptically at an area of the floor that looks suspicious.

DM stuff: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

Grand Lodge

Male Aasimar DEAD

Osiris shakes his head sadly.

"Such wretched disregard for the sanctity of the deceased is truly sickening..."

Grand Lodge

M Human Brawler 4 | HP40/40 | AC 21; Tch 14; FF 17 | F +6; R +6; W +2 | CMB +8; CMD 22 Trip(11/25) | Init +2 | Perc +8

"Careful about here." Stonetree tells his companions while pointing at the suspicious looking floor."Not sure what it s, but it doesn't look right."

Silver Crusade

female oread inquisitor of Iomedae (sanctified slayer) 3 | HP 27/27, L1 spells 4/4, touch of glory 6/6 | AC 18, T 12, FF 17 | F +6, R +4, W +7 | CMB +6, CMD 17 | Spd 15' | Perc +8 | Init +4

"Oh, Inheritor bless me!" cries Selethe as she turns away from the horrific sight. Forcing herself to look again, she has trouble holding in her stomach contents.

She takes a look at the suspicious floor, happy to have something else to focus on.

perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

Dark Archive

Human (Chelish) Arcanist (Occultist) 2 - HP: 12/12 - AC: 11, T: 10, FF: 11 - Fort/Ref/Will: +2/+1/+4 - Initiative: +2 Perception: +0 - Arcane Pool: 1/5 - Spells: 1st: 3/4

"Do let me know when the floor is cleared of suspicion, so I can take a look at the cadavers!", Gratus shouts from the rear.

Scarab Sages

Male Ustalavic Undine - Draconic Druid/4 | HP: 27/27 | AC: 17[18] (13 Tch, 14[15] Fl) | CMB: +3, CMD: 16 | F: +6, R: +5, W: +9 | Init: +2 | Perc: +11, SM: +4 | Speed 30ft / Swim 30ft | Re-roll (+2) 1/1 |Hydraulic Push1/1 | Dragon Shape 1/1 Active conditions: None.

Peering over Stonetree's shoulder, his face remaining rather still considering the butchery apparent in the other room, Dragos sighs deeply and shakes his head with a soft tut. "Amateurish work! Clearly some sort of gory autopsy, such a waste!" he admonishes before peering into the gloom with a soft steady chant.

"Magic, reveal thyself!"

Detect Magic

perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17


Closer inspection of the unsafe section of floor reveals that it is a trap, which appears to drop something from the ceiling on whoever walks in that area.

Gratus and Dragos take a look at the grotesque trappings of the room.

Dragos

Two potions of are found in the in the clutter atop the worktable.

DC 18 Spellcraft or Perception:
Potions of cure moderate wounds

There are six long needles in the wax, and 3 feet of waxed silk is threaded through each of them.

A scroll tube on the table holds a pair of scrolls.

DC 23 Spellcraft:
Fireball and Fly.

A parchment has sigil inscribed on it in ancient Azlanti and Common: the number 4.

DC 15 Knowledge (arcane) or Linguistics:
You recognize the sigil on the parchment or the nearby Spire as identifying marks similar to an arcane mark.

Dark Archive

Human (Chelish) Arcanist (Occultist) 2 - HP: 12/12 - AC: 11, T: 10, FF: 11 - Fort/Ref/Will: +2/+1/+4 - Initiative: +2 Perception: +0 - Arcane Pool: 1/5 - Spells: 1st: 3/4

Gratus slips into the room and avoids the trapped area with exaggerated care.

Spellcraft DC 18: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29
Spellcraft DC 23: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16
Linguistics DC 15: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

"The potions are moderately curative, and the sigil is an Arcane Mark. The scrolls' function escape me, however..."

Grand Lodge

Male Aasimar DEAD

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (8) + 11 = 19.

Osiris, likewise, takes a look at the scrolls, but is unable to determine their function.

Silver Crusade

female oread inquisitor of Iomedae (sanctified slayer) 3 | HP 27/27, L1 spells 4/4, touch of glory 6/6 | AC 18, T 12, FF 17 | F +6, R +4, W +7 | CMB +6, CMD 17 | Spd 15' | Perc +8 | Init +4

Selethe prays for guidance then tries to identify the scrolls.

spellcraft+guidance: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 3 + 1 = 9

Grand Lodge

M Human Brawler 4 | HP40/40 | AC 21; Tch 14; FF 17 | F +6; R +6; W +2 | CMB +8; CMD 22 Trip(11/25) | Init +2 | Perc +8

Stonetree walks the perimeter of the room kicking walls and occasionally leaning forward to inspect something, before usually cursing under his breath and moving along.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27


The purpose of the magical scrolls remains beyond the reach of the group's magic...apparently beyond their present skill.

Stonetree walks around the gory room inspecting things. He locates a trio of secret doors: two lead into the hallway to the west, where he had found the burned-out torch. It seemed easier to see from this side.

The third leads to a passage to the north.

Curiously, some of the body parts in the room occasional twitch or quiver.

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