GM Aosrax PFS #00-13 The Prince of Augustana

Game Master Aosrax

save vs poison: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
save vs nausea: 1d20 ⇒ 17
Syl'las continues to swim with the current.

Sure thing Baltzar, I'll make sure to make the adjustment. When did you pull the flask of alchemist fire? And what square of the swarm were you targeting?

Combat Round 2

@ Baltzar, Perfect, thank you.

Baltzar finally thinks that he knows how to deal with these creatures, and with that, he throws a flask of alchemist fire at the swarm. He connects with the flask, and the fire spreads throughout the swarm destroying it. Meanwhile, Syl'las struggles in the sewage as he passes by the destroyed swarm and the rest of the party.

Syl'las Swim check vs DC 15: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3
Syl'las Fort Save from round 3: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (16) + 0 = 16
Syl'las Fort Save from round 4: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (12) + 0 = 12

Combat Round 4

Red
Stonelance -1
Angela
Baltzar -1 (-1 Str, Medium load, Diseased from earlier)
Syl'las -7 (-1 str, can still take 1 move action)
Yelek -6 (Running away 12 rounds to destination)
Dr. Whiskerson -5 (Diseased)

In bold may act

Angela gives another horrified look as the swarms come out of the darkness and start crawling over Baltzar, she starts moving back before he rushes out of the swarm and douses then with an Alchemists fire. She gives a sigh of relief as they burn up. Only one more group to go!
After a moment, Syl'las floats by in the muck. This time she gives voice to her thoughts, "And Syl’las is safe, too. But it looks like she's having troubles, we should fish her out of there quickly. We should also probably fish Dr. Whiskerson out as well."

This may fudge with turn order but, if she can, Angela is going to try helping Syl’las.
Angela drops her bag, cracks her neck and starts to extend a hand before realizing she can't reach far enough. She then extends the butt of her spear, trying to give Syl’las a hand hold to grip onto.
Aid another Climb or Swim, with ACP: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (12) - 1 = 11 +4 to her next climb check (or, if Syl'las has to make a swim check to come under control, her next swim check)
Taking a move to move back, free to drop gear, and standard to aid.

Hearing a loud explosion from somewhere above, Dr Whiskerson allows the current to carry him back to the surface. Uttering a sigh at the sight of the charred swarm, he quickly downs another tonic.

Attempting to scurry out of the muck, he grabs hold of the side of the walkway.

Climb: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (15) - 2 = 13

Standard - drink Shock Shield Elixir; Move attempt to climb out

Meanwhile Yelek keeps running...

Stonelance flinches at the explosion but remains at Baltzar's side.

Angela runs beside the sewers working to fish Syl'las out of the sewage. Meanwhile, Stonelance remains at Baltzar's side. Dr. Whiskerson works on swimming to the side to climb out, but the current continues to thrash him about in the sewer. The remaining swarm moves over Baltzar, and attack him.

Damage Baltzar: 1d6 ⇒ 1 Poison: 1d2 ⇒ 2 DC 11 Fort And a DC 11 Fort Save or Nauseated

Combat Round 5

Red
Stonelance -1
Angela
Baltzar -1 (-1 Str, Medium load, Diseased from earlier)
Syl'las -7 (-1 str, can still take 1 move action)
Yelek -6 (Running away 12 rounds to destination)
Dr. Whiskerson -5 (Diseased)

In bold may act

Fortitude Nausea: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

Baltzar's experience in the Chillblight protects him from the spider's tiny bites, and he stumbles back from the swarm. He breaks the seal on the vial in his hand with his thumb and douses himself with the pungent repellent. He then retrieves another flask of alchemist's fire from his belt.

"Stonelance, run through the swarm to me."

Vermin Repellent: DC15 Fort Save for a swarm to move into Baltzar's square, duration 4 hours.

Yelek keeps running

Struggling against the current, Nibbles tries to climb out of the much again. Realizing, he's probably going to need help with this, he clings to the side as he watches the approaching Swarm.

Burping out a spark, prepares to spew the contents at the swarm.
If the swarm looks like it's going to run over me, I'll use standard to emit 15ft cone of fire breath weapon

"Stand back guys! This might sting a little."

Climb: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (11) - 2 = 9

if thats the case

Syl'las reaches out to the spear and tries to grab hold.

climb+aide: 1d20 - 1 + 4 ⇒ (1) - 1 + 4 = 4

She misses the spear on this attempt

"YOU want me to run through that?" asks Stonelance incredulously, but already knowing he was going to give it a try.

Cursing under his breath he puts his head down and charges forward to Baltzar.

Angela waits to see if her help was of any use to Syl'las.

As the woman thrashes around in the muck, her hands slipping off the spear-butt, Angela speaks up. "Syl’las, calm down, you don't have to rush. The others have this well under control." Her seemingly kind words are undermined by her glances to the rest of the group and a slightly peeved tone of voice.

The swarm attempts to move through Baltzar, however is unable to advance on him due to the repellant. However after noticing the repellant, the swarm clings to the wall and moves around Baltzar to attack Stonelance.

Swarm Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Damage Stonelance: 1d6 ⇒ 2 Poison Damage: 1d2 ⇒ 2 DC 11 Fort And a DC 11 Fort Save or Nauseated

Yelek continues the long run back to the last map, as Angela attempts to fish out Syl'las and Dr. Whiskerson.

Swim check Syl'las: 1d20 ⇒ 19
Swim Check Dr. Wiskerson: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (11) - 1 = 10

Syl'las is able to keep his head above the sewage, but finds himself unable to climb out. Dr. Whiskerson is not so lucky and plunges under the vile sludge.

Fort Save Syl'las vs DC 11: 1d20 ⇒ 10
Incubation: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Combat Round 6

Red
Stonelance -6
Angela
Baltzar -1 (-1 Str, Medium load, Diseased)
Syl'las -7 (-1 str, Diseased)
Yelek -6 (Running away 11 rounds to destination)
Dr. Whiskerson -5 (Diseased)

In bold may act

I guess you know what Yelek will do by now

Yelek steps resound down the subterranean hallways as he closes in on the previous room

Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

Stonelance immediately regrets his decision and runs out of the swarm and puts 25 feet between him and the swarm

Baltzar takes a step away from the swarm and throws the vial of alchemist's fire at the mass of spiders where the archer just vacated.

Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Fire: 1d6 ⇒ 4
Miss Direction: 1d8 ⇒ 7

As she has moved down the initiative order behind Syl'las, Angela's next action depends on whether she makes her climb check or not.

When Baltzar tosses his flask Angela gives a happy sound, somewhere between a cheer and a shout , that quickly turns into a groan of despair as she watches it land on the far side of the sewer.

I really hope it landing in a sewer water square doesn't mean the thing doesn't go off. That would suck! Almost as bad as these aid another rolls! Yay, I'm helpful... :'( Now I'm just going to go sob in a corner.

What kind of half long are you? I thought they were helpful.

Climb: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (17) - 2 = 15

Trying again to find his way out of the much, Whiskers turns toward the swarm, preparing to slaughter them. His eyes glow red with rage

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Syl'las with her head above water now, she attempts to climb out..

climb: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (16) - 1 = 15

Was that enough to get a hold

For those of you in the water, you first have to make a DC 15 swim check and then a climb check DC 5. I'm changing your first rolls to swim checks.

Finally, Baltzar finds his second bottle of Alchemist fire and throws it at the swarm. The bottle veers off to the side explodes on contact lighting part of the swarm on fire, however most of the damage moved off course. Syl'las is finally able to right himself in the water and climb out of the water, and Dr. Whiskerson joins him. However finds himself immediately again overwhelmed by the swarm as they avoid Baltzar and find their closest target.

Dmg: 1d6 ⇒ 4 Str Dmg: 1d2 ⇒ 1 DC 11 Fort And a DC 11 Fort Save or Nauseated

Combat Round 7

Red
Stonelance -6
Angela
Baltzar -1 (-1 Str, Medium load, Diseased)
Syl'las -7 (-1 str, Diseased)
Yelek -6 (Running away 10 rounds to destination)
Dr. Whiskerson -9 (Diseased)

In bold may act

Fort1: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Fort2: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
Groaning as the spiders crawl over him, biting at his flesh, the man spews forth a cone of fire.

"If any of you are able, I could use curative aid."

15ft Cone - Fire Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4
Reflex DC 16

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Running...

@ Dr. Whiskerson are you taking a 5' step to target more than one square?

uh...yeah...of course... ;-) honestly was rushing and didn't consider taking one. I would love to, if you feel generous.

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Stonlance continues to keeps his distance from the swarm, while still providing light for Baltzar

Angela looks over to see Syl'las climbing from the muck of the river and Dr. Whiskerson blowing a stream of fire at the swarm. Realizing there is almost nothing else she can do Angela moves back a few feet keeping her torch up so people can still see, and berating herself for being so under-prepared for these swarms.

In initiative order, this occurs before Wiskerson's damage to the swarm (so just healing the missed alchemist's fire).

Baltzar moves closer to the swarm of spiders that is attempting to devour the ratfolk. He concentrates for a moment--illuminated now, his skin seems to take on a healthy glow, his eyes brighten, and his hair more lustrous momentarily as life-restoring energies flow from him.

Channel Positive: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

"This battle is depleting my resources. Quickly." He begins reaching for his belt where one more flask hangs.

Stonelance moves away from the swarm not knowing what else to do, and feeling the overwhelming dread spread over him. Angela also starts to feel hopeless taking a seat on the ground completely frustrated at the situation hoping that Yelek will make it back in time. Baltzar moves towards Dr. Whiskerson and with a prayer from his god channels healing into the area healing those around him, however he notices that the healing seeps into the swarm too. Syl'las finally makes it out of the sewer and lays on the ground panting. Dr. Whiskerson in desperation steps back and breaths a cone of flame at swarm. Reflex Save vs DC 16: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11. The breath engulfs the swarm wrecking havoc in the areas affected, and burning the swarm to a crisp. Baltzar if you are in the spell area, you'll need to make a save as well for half damage

Combat Round 8

COMBAT OVER

Stonelance -3
Angela
Baltzar (-1 Str, Medium load, Diseased)
Syl'las -7 (-1 str, Diseased)
Yelek -6 (Running away 10 rounds to destination)
Dr. Whiskerson -6 (-1 str, Diseased) Str Dmg: 1d2 ⇒ 1 DC 11 Fort Save to avoid

Fort: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

As the swarm sizzles to a crisp, the rodent collapses on the ground, breathing heavily.

"Glad that's over! I...I need a minute."

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I shouldn't be in range. I'm 20 ft away and the spell only has a 15 ft range.

"Ah! Careful! Don't fry me with the spi--Oh, good. They're dead."

Stonelance lets out a sigh of relief and looks to the rest of the group. "Everyone accounted for? Anyone need help?"

"The two snakefolk are missing."

Stonelance nods "Lets patch up what we can here, than we can begin the search."

Unaware of how things went for his companions Yeleks gets back to the alchemist's chamber, recovers the equipment left there and then runs back to the other pathfinders.

"Well done... thisss ssstuff may come in on handy later on though!

Please, remind me what was left there?

Slumped down against the wall of the sewers, torch in hand, Angela tries to not give into the hopelessness of the situation. She notices the flicker of what is likely flames off in the distance and the sounds of relief in everyone's voice. Feeling an welling of emotion and unwilling to it be seen, Angela tosses her torch into the sewage, dousing its flame and the light in the area. She then starts crying over her cowardly relief at the swarms finally being dead, over her anger at herself for not preparing well enough, over her loss of hope moments earlier. She sobs as sliently as possible, but when she sees the barest flicker of light hailing Yalek's return, she quickly starts wiping her eyes and making herself presentable.

With her usual sharp and determined look on her face, she steps back into the light of Stonelance's wayfinder. Giving everyone a good, if cutting, look over, she comments, "Just because you think my words are poisionous does not mean you can call me a snake, Baltzar. As far as people not here right now, Yelek looks like he will be back shortly, and Syl'las is lying on the floor a few feet that away. She's functioning, if a bit rattled and not pleasent smelling. She will probably be fine if we give her a few minutes. We should probably rest for a bit while everyone gets back."

After everyone has gathered back together, Angela addresses them all, a hard look of disapointment plain on her face. "For a group of Pathfinders, that was pitiful. Baltzar and Dr. Whiskerson, you acted admirably and I will be noting that in my report afterwards." She gives the two a small smile and looks at Stonelance. "Stonelance, while you could do little to fight the swarms, I did note your support of Baltzar and the doctor, but I expect you to buy an acid or alchemist's fire as soon as humanly possible." Turning to the final two she continues, "I expect that of you two as well. Not having a way of handling small creatures like that means you are at their mercy when you enounter them. You are Pathfinders, and shouldn't be at the mercy of anyone but the Decemvirate and your Venture-Captains! I expect to see a better performance next time." Angela then lightens her expression slightly. "But you have a mission to complete, and we should be moving. Doctor, if you would."

Nodding to the woman, the keeper of notes, he stands. "If I may make a suggestion here... Lets keep those requiring torches a few feet back. I'll do my best to scout ahead, but I'd rather we didn't blow ourselves up again...at least not right away."

Stealth: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
Well, that's not good....
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

Turning from the group, he begins to slowly advance into the darkness. A sickening crunch resounds as he steps on the charred spiders in his path. "Crunch, Crunch" With each step, the sound returns.

Somehow not realizing the dead creatures stuck to his feet, the man keeps his eyes open, looking for any further trouble. Hoping to spy it before it spots him.

"I'm sorry, I meant Sylas, not--" Baltzar begins to apologize, stopping once he realizes that the halfling woman was ribbing him.

After wiping off any remaining sludge, she walks up to the group. Her make up completely ruined and hair disheveled. Finally making it apparent that she is a Vishkanyan Female.

After hearing her Angela's scolding, her face flushes, and she bows her head. "Sorry, I will not make the same mistake again. I usually do not do these types of missions. They usually assign me to espionage and undercover missions."

Relieved to be on the move again, Stonelance once more has his crossbow at the ready.

Hopefully Monica can put a hole in the next thing that springs from the dark

'Crunch, Crunch' sound echo around the corridor as Nibbles returns to the gathered group.

"I still don't feel quite right. I hate to ask, but would any of you be able or willing to toss me one of those curative spells? I'm sorry to impose on you. Next time, I'll certainly prepare one myself. Sadly, it seems my arrogance got the better of me this time."

"It looks like several of you could benefit, hold still a moment," Baltzar requests as he concentrates, life-giving energy gathering within and then rolling over the companions.

Channel Positive: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Giving Baltzar a slight bow, "Thank you good sir. I feel excellent now. Let us hope our next encounter goes more peacfully."

Turning back to the darkness, he quietly, carefully heads out to scout the path ahead.

Stealth: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

Angela moves up to Yelek and looks at what he is holding. She then looks him in the eye and says, "Ah, good, you did grab those supplies." She then turns to the rest of the group and says, "Alright everyone, before we starting trekking further we should split the alchemical supplies Yelek procured for us." Raising her voice, she tries to catch the doctor bfore he heads out again. "Particularly you Dr. Whiskerson, I think you could use these the best of any of us." She looks over the pile herself and pulls out an alchemist's fire, a tanglefoot bag and contemplates a thunderstone, but leaves it behind.

"I expect not," Baltzar chuckles grimly, "But we can hope."

"Ssso... what next?" Yelek hisses without much of an expression.

"I believe we wait for Dr, Whiskerson to report back."

"I suppose if we move slowly, we will not disturb the ratfolk's efforts," Baltzar proposes. He begins moving down the sewers at a cautious pace.

Moving at half speed.