Dungeon Master Heathy's Carrion Crown
Game Master Heathansson

They can paralyze you, and kill you, and if they don't eat you, you can turn into a ghoul too!

I'll be touch and go for today; it's me birthday and I'm going out to eat some time.

Happy birthday Heath, hope you have a good one.

We’re on group init right? So I guess we get it.

Yes; group init.

Rholf moves in (To T 14, please.) swiftly, and channels positive energy against the abominations.

Channel: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 5) = 10 ...YEAH!!! Now THAT is a good roll!!! Their save DC is increased by 2 because I'm extra featy! :)

If there are any ghouls left standing after Rholf’s channel, Castiel charges through the door to attack the nearest one. 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11 charge attack for 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9 damage if I can reach one and attack this round.

With a note of concern, Larissa says, "Father Kastigarr!", but she follows him into the room T15, please and follows his lead.

Channeling to harm undead (Will DC 14 half) 2d6 ⇒ (3, 5) = 8

Happy birthday heathy.

Alinya shakes her head, a little dizzy from the repeated waves of divine energy. She puts out a hand to steady herself against a cool stone wall. She looks for a clean shot.

sorry; been kinda sick as hell all weekend; went to bed at 6 pm last night and I was OUT.

Rholf blasts the ghouls; most are hard blasted. Though none fall.

note to self:

The ghoul in r15 is charged by Castiel; he misses it though.

Three ghouls remain after Larissa's blast.

note to self:

HUZZAH!!!

Not fair being sick on your birthday. Get well soon.

Alinya steps carefully into the room, and fires her crossbow at a slavering ghoul's head.

Move to T15. Attack on ghoul in W9: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24; damage: 1d8 ⇒ 6.

Critical threat!

Nice shot, Alinya! And yeah... Feel better, Heathy.

Ooh, didn't even stop to look! Crit confirmation: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8; damage: 1d8 ⇒ 8.

Alinya looks pleased with herself...

sob you killt all my ghoulies!

800 exp each...

“Excellent work team,” Castiel says, looking about the kitchen.

Looks pretty much picked clean, now that the ghoul infestation has been dealt with.

With a satisfied nod, Rholf briefly surveys the room, then turns to Larissa, saying "Yes, Miss Brightfoot? What did you need?"

Looking around with some surprise at how quickly the monsters were defeated, she stammers, "Ah, um, what? Oh! N-nothing, Father. It was, ah, nothing."

Patting Larissa's shoulder gently, Rholf whispers conspiratorially "Don't expect such rash behavior from me all the time, Miss Brightfoot. But sometimes, it's just the thing required." He finishes with a grin. "I think your adventurous youthful exuberance is catching... We may have to find an adult to rein us in."

“Now now children,” says Castiel mock sternly.

“It appears that we’re about done with his upper level,” he continues. “Shall we venture into the dungeon?”

yeah; it's pretty much explored.

I gotta crash though; I'll do more stuff's tomorrow.

"Either the dungeon, or that malign forge which so badly scorched our Castiel yesterday."

"Not even my newly-found impetuousness thinks the forge is a good idea," Rholf soberly interjects. "...yet."

“I agree – we don’t know for certain how or if we can destroy the forge through conventional means,” adds Castiel. “If what the ghost of the warden’s wife says is true,” it sounds as if Castiel may still have a few reservations on that subject, “it sounds as if the remaining haunts in this place might be suppressed or destroyed if we are able to defeat the six main spirits and return the Warden’s badge to his wife.”

Larissa blushes and grins at Father Kastigarr's remarks, but Castiel's mock sternness brings a guilty glance before she realizes he's joking with them. Then she relaxes and laughs. "I was just worried - I just had these vague memories of how terrible these creatures are..."

She shrugs as she pokes one with a toe, saying to no one in particular, "Our patron ladies are truly giving us strength on this journey."

back in an hour.

We'll head back down to the room with the pit.

copypasta no works. hmm...

harrowstone ground floor

There it is; grabbed the link from a previous post......my copy/paste doesn't work on Paizo for some reason. Weird.

Anyway; you're able to make it there. I drew a "$" where the pit room is.

"Are we ready to delve the depths of Harrowstone prison?" Alinya intones in a mock-sepulchral voice. Then she looks around at her companions; stout Castiel, clever Edwin, calm Rholf and impetuous, brave Larissa.

"Yes, yes we are!" she answers herself.

Castiel looks about for somewhere to tie off the rope. Someone did get rope, right?

harrowstone ground floor

There it is; grabbed the link from a previous post......my copy/paste doesn't work on Paizo for some reason. Weird.

Hit 'reply' and grab the text from the edit box, then cancel. That usually works for me.

Larissa has no rope.

I think Edwin had rope.

I'm going to rule that somebody has enough rope, just because I'm such a nice guy.

Heh heh ... anywhere to tie it off?

Yeah; you find a heavy metal cage wall that fell over; it'll do the trick.

Castiel ties off the heavy hemp rope securely around the bars of the cage, tests it by tugging it several times and once he is happy with the hold, takes the other end of the rope and ventures over towards the edge of the pit, peering over and down. Percpetion: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

harrowstone basement

This cavernous chamber was an underground cellblock that collapsed.
A dark, murky pool of collected water lies below (the black square) of the shaft that used to hold a lift; broken beams of wood lie all about in the water.
And west, a hallway...

the floor, or pool as it were, is twenty feet down.

You hear water dripping, and you hear rats scuttle about.

Castiel takes a sunrod from the inside pocket of his armoured coat, cracks it against the floor to activate it, then tosses the warmly glowing rod down into the hole, trying to throw it so that it doesn’t fall into the water, aiming for the entrance to the hallway.

Try to toss the sunrod to about U9 if possible – ranged touch: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

He then uncoils the rope down into the hole.

He gets it there. The room's lit up pretty good now.

Castiel realises the he’s not a skilled enough climber to easily climb down (or up) a swinging rope wearing full plate. Enlisting Rholf and Edwin’s help, he quickly divests himself of the armour, leaving it neatly stacked near a wall, then puts his armoured coat back on.

“I’ll climb down first,” he says, “and attempt to secure the end of the rope – it should be easier for the rest of you to climb down that way. Edwin, can you please stay up here till last, give the others a hand at the top of the rope?”

That way maybe Cas and Ed can ‘aid another’ for the less strong or more encumbered climbers.

Castiel lowers himself over the edge of the pit, gripping the rope. Climb: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18. 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14.

He gets down the rope allright.

He's hanging above the water. at x9.

Pause in time......
anybody else want to do anything, before Castiel does whatever he is going to do next?

If he can spot anything nearby that looks like reasonably secure footing, he will try to swing / step / leap out towards it (within 5 feet). (In a minute, right now he's in freeze frame).