Fatespinner's Darkness Rising
Game Master Fatespinner

Albrekt looks frustratedly back at the witch;

"More... same und worse..."

The brute starts to laugh, loud and gutteral

"Let them komm... sie will alle bathe in der nicht-soil...Har!"

Kamau watches the party on the far side of the stream recover for a few moments, then fades back into the shadows at the edge of their vision. "Let's keep moving. The tides will not wait for our pain."

Stealth again, hoping to catch whatever comes next unawares.
Stealth (+2 for Caliphas)1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25

The monster was down the eastbound tunnel, specifically on the north side of the other channel. You are presently at an intersection. Would you like to go North, South, East, or West? If Kamau would like to consult his map and attempt to discern their present position beneath the city, he can attempt a Knowledge (Local) with +2 for the map.

Knowledge: Local: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

"We're beneath the Cathedral right now. Shall we look for a way up, or proceed?"

"We still have no idea what we're looking for do we? For all we know its up in the cathedral or down here, but further on."

Albrekt looks at the deathly calm river of sewage;

"Hmmmrph. Perhaps ist es in... there..."

He tilts his head towards the stinking channel...

Ventar gives a slight bow to Albrekt

"That was a brutal blow Albrekt! Did you have an opinion on what manner of beast we were fighting?"

Turning to Haruk Ventar muses and strokes his beard in thought

"We still have some time before the tide comes in. I suggest we press on and retreat to the cathedral when we return if we haven't found what we're looking for by then. Albrekt has shown that his instincts are good on more than one occasion. "

"Fair enough. I just hate to waste time wandering around aimlessly"

Albrekt grins like a proud child at Venter's praise;

"Vampir... jungtier"

While the others take a moment's breath after the creature's assault, Kamau briefly glances at the map before thinking to himself, looking up into the dark. He turns to Haruk, whispering for his benefit.

So... heading for the secret Cathedral exit then? Is that the plan?

I don't think we have a plan yet. Kamau's next action/comment is contingent on Haruk.

It sounded like Ventar was suggesting we keep exploring down here a bit until the tide begins to come in and then head up towards the Cathedral. At least that is what I thought.

Solace nods at Ventar's suggestion. "That sounds like a decent enough idea. Explore a bit more until it is no longer safe to do so and then check out the Cathedral. We can use the same passage to return back down here from the Cathedral if we still haven't found anything by then."

Albrekt smiles grimly at Solace's words;

"Wenn der vampir kommen hunting ist nicht safe..."

The antipaladin casually shoulders his crude, heavy blade and begins walking East, making a chuckling sound like a sawblade cutting timber...

Hi-Ho off to find some bloodsuckers we go

Seeing Albrekt start to stomp off into the gloom, Kamau watches the rest of the group for a moment before folding up the map and carefully starting to follow from across the stream.

Albrekt brings Ventar and Solace back across the sewage-filled channel, rejoining Haruk and Kamau on the east side of the tunnel before following the inside wall towards the east. In the light, the sewage-soaked corpse of an armored figure clearly dredged up from the channel lies on the northern side of the tunnel where the monster came from. It is a woman, raven-haired and clad in a shining breastplate wrapped in a soiled red cloak. Her throat has been completely torn out, her armor damaged by some terrible force, and her leg nearly gnawed off by vermin. At a glance, it seems that she has likely been dead for at least a day or two, but the advanced stages of decomposition have not begun to manifest yet. Her left arm and leg are still partially submerged in the channel, draped over the edge of the northern walkway.

Solace looks the figure over and casts Detect Magic upon it to see if the corpse has any valuable items on it still.

Solace looks the figure over and casts Detect Magic upon it to see if the corpse has any valuable items on it still.

Albrekt eyes the corpse, then the witch;

"Anything pretty af die pretty toten?"

perception 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

"Yes, a couple pretty things on this dead one. The cloak and breastplate appear to radiate magic. I suggest we strip what remains of this corpse and give it a thorough search. I wonder if she could have been a pathfinder compatriot of that Milo. It shouldn't hurt to see if she has anything on her person indicating why she was down here. Albrekt, would you mind dragging her all the way out of the water for a better look?"

The brute looks down at his sodden, stinking torso and legs, then shrugs his broad shoulders;

"Ja."

Albrekt wades back into the muck to retrieve the pretty corpse and its pretty things... Here comes the attack of the killer sewage leeches or Otyugh o' Doom... lol

Presume someone lighting his way?

Yep, Solace will make sure he has light to see by.

The undercurrent of the sewage channel is considerably stronger here in the eastern tunnel. Albrekt steadies himself at the water's edge before beginning to cross.

Albrekt: DC 12 Swim check. Don't forget your armor check penalty here! :) (EDIT: You can take 10 if your bonus is sufficient to make it in spite of the ACP.)

Ach - here's where the "broken armour" flavour bites me in the a$$ lol

Albrekt moves into the sewage channel...

Swim: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (10) - 4 = 6

... and promptly goes under...

As required here's some more checks to avoid Death by Nightsoil

Swim: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (8) - 4 = 4
Swim: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (2) - 4 = -2
Swim: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (13) - 4 = 9
Swim: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (5) - 4 = 1
Swim: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (7) - 4 = 3
Swim: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (13) - 4 = 9
Swim: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (5) - 4 = 1
Swim: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (17) - 4 = 13

Vampire Spawn - feh. Raw Sewage... dear god no...!!!

It wouldn't be a sewer adventure if no one drowned in sh--

Kamau bemusedly watches the hulking brute simply walk out and sink in the muck. After a moment, not really knowing what to expect from the man, he looks up at Ventar with an is that what's supposed to happen? expression.

Albrekt takes a tentative step out, attempting to cross the channel, but his foot strikes some large metallic object which causes him to falter. His armor, in terrible need of maintenance, catches on his cloak as he attempts to correct himself and sends the behemoth face down into the water.

Swimming in armor with no ranks = bad idea. :)

As the antipaladin struggles to bring himself upright, the current slowly begins to pull his form away from the group as he thrashes to untangle himself from his own devastated clothing. The current eventually carries him towards the intersection where the vampire spawn attacked where Albrekt discovers the sewage is considerably deeper. His thrashing figure hesitates a moment at the surface and then submerges completely.

Fortunately, your CON score is higher than 8, so you don't drown before finally making that successful check...

A moment passes in the eerie silence after Albrekt disappeared beneath the sewage. A few nervous glances are exchanged between the party members. Then, without warning, the Rovagite explodes up from the sludge at the northeastern edge of the intersection, gasping for breath and spitting up the vile sewage.

You're very, very lucky that you don't suffer from diseases right now. You are, however, considerably more smelly than before.

Albrekt manages to drag himself up onto the northern side, completely soaked from head to toe. He checks himself over for a moment, then trudges over to the fallen form of the woman on the north side.

Ventar observes Albrekts venture into the sewage, sees him topple over and disappear and taps his index finger pensively on his goatee. As Albrekt finally emerges from the sewage, Ventar wakes from his apparent hard-thinking and quips, perhaps a bit too light hearted:

"Albrekt, I think that should count as one of your yearly baths, the smell will surely improve as a result. Now, will you bring the corpse over to this side please?"

Haruk watches the whole debacle with Albrekt silently. When the armored man finally makes his way back to them, he says "Well, that could have been much worse. Though you smell positively vile now old boy"

Albrekt towers over the woman's body. Now up close, and with the benefit of Solace and Venter's lights across the channel, he can see that the woman was once beautiful. Her raven hair sharply contrasts her alabaster skin, spattered with dark red blood and torn apart below her jawline. Beneath her dark tresses peak the tips of ears that suggest elven blood, though almost certainly a half-breed.

She is dressed in a shining breastplate, crushed at the midsection by some terrific force, and wrapped in a rich red cloak stained with her own blood and possibly the blood of others. At her side, a wayfinder hangs from her belt alongside a small pouch containing a pair of wands. Across her back is a leather harness, clearly designed as a sheath for some two-handed weapon which is nowhere to be seen.

In an outstretched fist, she clutches a shining emblem also speckled with blood. It is an icon of a white bird with rainbow-colored feathers trailing behind it in a circle. (Kn: Religion DC 10) Nearby, her traveling pack lay discarded against the far wall, obviously having been ransanked by some other party.

In full armor, the woman probably weighs close to 160 lbs. even in death. Simply tossing her across the channel is unlikely, but not impossible. You could, of course, simply strip her of possessions and move on.

Albrekt casts a cursory eye over the elegant corpse as he drips sewage;

Knowledge: Religion: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

"Einer der Shelyn's flock..." he nonchalantley murmers as he brushes his brutish paw slowly over the dead woman's hand and caresses her crushed armour with a deep sigh;

"...und pretty fingern..."

"Albrekt, would you be so kind as to bring her over here for the rest of us to inspect her. Also, I think we should search her bag as well. What may have been left behind by those interested only in wealth may be useful to us"

Solace shrugs at Haruk's suggestion. "The body itself isn't of interest to me, just what's on it. Albrekt, just strip her naked and bring everything over here. Wrap everything up in the cloak like a makeshift bag and tie it to yourself so you don't lose it on the way back over here." ...And if you take some fingers while you are doing all that, I do not want to know...

Having little to add to the investigation of a corpse, Kamau paces a few steps away, keeping eyes and ears open to the rest of the tunnel.

Having little to add to the investigation of a corpse, Kamau paces a few steps away, keeping eyes and ears open to the rest of the tunnel.

Survival check, DC 20.

Survival +5, +2 for Caliphas: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

Due to an additional +1 from your Track ability and +2 for your Favored Enemy... that hits 20 on the dot.

Kamau lopes quietly off into the dimness at the edge of the party's lights, looking at something on the far edge of the water. After a moment, looking off into the dark, he then walks back within near-earshot of the group and speaks softly to whomever is listening.

"Her weapon is likely at the bottom of the water, right there," he says, indicating a place in the stream near the edge of their lights. "She was heading westward."

Solace can give me some Spellcraft checks to determine the properties of the items she indicated as magical.

Breastplate: DC 20 Spellcraft
Cloak: DC 18 Spellcraft

Albrekt will have to strip her and ferry the gear accross as the penalty for carrying her would be considered a heavy load & -6 on swim checks, giving him a unhealthy -10... drowning in the dirt...

Albrekt methodically strips the woman of her gear and last vestiges of dignity...

The brutish antipaladin wraps her gear in the woman's cloak as Solace instructed. As he leaves to move back to the group he glances once again the murdered half elf maid;

"Vid mare time I would ha varmed your kalde bones pretty-pretty..."

If needbe Albrekt will move towards where her weapon may lie - if not... here we go again

Swim: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (8) - 4 = 4
Swim: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (10) - 4 = 6
Swim: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (10) - 4 = 6
Swim: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (11) - 4 = 7
Swim: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (5) - 4 = 1
Swim: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (12) - 4 = 8
Swim: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (18) - 4 = 14

spellcraft breastplate 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19
spellcraft cloak 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27

Albrekt strips the woman of her possessions, fully dragging her up from the water's edge in the process. Stripped of her armor and the underpinnings, the young woman seems somewhat serene in death despite her terrible injuries. A band of angry discoloration across her midsection suggests that she was constricted powerfully, likely the same constriction that crumpled her steel armor. One leg has been gnawed through to the bone by vermin, and Albrekt helps himself to a pair of fingers on her left hand, adding them to his necklace of grisly trophies.

The woman's gear is bundled safely and tossed across the channel in pieces easy enough for Albrekt to hurl towards waiting party members on the southern end. The antipaladin then re-enters the channel, bracing himself for the expected turbulence, and manages to locate the large metal object he had tripped on the first time. After another few moments of struggling and near-drowning, Albrekt emerges again on the southern end, raising a long glaive triumphantly in the air which drips with foul sewage.

While Albrekt is attempting to cross back over to them, Solace begins to look through the items that he tossed over to them. "The cloak appears to be one of resistance. Let us see if I can manage to identify anything else."

Breastplate (magical, DC 19) failed that one already
Cloak (magical, identified by Solace)
Wayfinder (magical, identical to the one you already have)
Two wands (magical, DC 20 each)
wand 1 spellcraft 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13
wand 2 spellcraft 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22
amulet (magical, DC 22) spellcraft 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23
Glaive (magical, DC 18) spellcraft 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13
Two rings (only one is magical, DC 18) spellcraft 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19
Mundane traveling gear (backback, blanket, etc.)
2 vials of milky liquid (antiplague, Solace passes the check on a 1)
2 vials of holy water
silver dagger (non-magical)
silver holy symbol of Shelyn (non-magical)
2 vials of light blue liquid (magical, DC 18 each)
vial 1 spellcraft 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26
vial 2 spellcraft 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27

wand 2 spellcraft 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22

amulet (magical, DC 22) spellcraft 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23
Two rings (only one is magical, DC 18) spellcraft 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19
2 vials of light blue liquid (magical, DC 18 each)
vial 1 spellcraft 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26
vial 2 spellcraft 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27

RE: The non-magical ring - It looks like it's probably a wedding band.

Fate, unless the others object, Haruk will attempt to ID the other items. However I'm at work, so would you mind rolling my Spellcraft checks?

Solace talks to the group while identifying things. "Hmmm...Two healing potions, no surprise there. Wand to remove paralysis, interesting, that is rather hard to cast on yourself you know. One of the rings appears to be one of protection and the other looks like it could be a wedding band. An amulet of eternal beauty? I bet that corpse doesn't look so pretty now."

A reeking Albrekt looks glumly down at Solace;

"She sah plenty pretty to Albrekt..."

Fate, unless the others object, Haruk will attempt to ID the other items. However I'm at work, so would you mind rolling my Spellcraft checks?

Breastplate (magical, DC 19) 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

Solace: Without the amulet's protection, the corpse will begin to decay at a normal pace. Time does not "catch up" to the body and accelerate decomposition when it is removed, though. This does, however, make it effectively impossible to estimate how long the body has been here.