GM Dennis - Professional Golfblin Association Desert Classic [closed] (Inactive)

Game Master Dennis Muldoon

I’m fine with moving carefully.

same here on the take 20.

Ibb frowns. A-lean-ist? What’s that, some kinda special leaner? I do fine leanin — it’s the flyin’ I gotta work on. Irp says I’ll grow wings if I keep tryin.

I'm fine with taking 20 whenever you "search carefully". I don't know that it's feasible to do that as you walk along (it would take 2 minutes for every square of movement, essentially). We could do something like take 10 while walking, take 20 at every doorway and whenever else you say you want to take the extra time to 'search carefully'. Does that sound reasonable?

Also, I still need to know what your plan is for this room.

That sounds reasonable.

So… what should we do about this scary box? Should I go open it? Smash it?

”Let’s see if we can get us an idea of what’s in it.”

Rowdy steps up and detects for magic in the room. Although a foot of stone will block it. I’m not sure how thick the sarcophagus is.

”Can anyone detect for undead?”

I'll detector un-dead for ya, Rowdy.

Ibb walks up to the sarcophagus, butter knife in his hands, and tries to kick its lid off.

WAKE UP

Doesn't sem so on the map but I assume Oiur is across too, now what we have a way across. Professor is across too but didn't move his icon. I will move them now of that's okay.

Sorry for the radio silence!

Oiur flinches at the sound of crumbling stone and, once the dust has settled and the party begins moving, gingerly makes their way down and up the proffered ropes. They smile wearily and once again take Ibb's wand. "You'll fly some day, Ibb. For now, though, let's keep your feet on the ground."

They turn to Eugressia and the Professor. "You're all people of letters—any idea what might wait for us insi—" They wince when the sound of Ibb's voice and boot echo through the opulent chamber, already grabbing for their earth breaker as they turn back towards the sarcophagus.

Rowdy, you don't detect any magic.

Ibb loudly stomps his way over to the sarcophagus, butter knife in hand, and kicks it, shouting "WAKE UP!". It does. As his foot approaches, a gaping maw with rows of teeth opens up and dripping, sticky-looking tentacles sprout, one of which it swings at Ibb, ineffectually!

slam, flat-footed: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15
damage, sticky: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

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Initiative!

know(dungeoneering): 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (10) + 0 = 10

It's a mimic!

Were it not for the fur, one might be able to see a blood vessel on The Professor's brow about to burst.

"Never mind the alienist - that would require your head to CONTAIN SOMETHING!" he snarls. "I wonder how many knives one could make from that corpulent mass," he thinks to himself. "Also, look, a mimic."

Knowledge (Dungeoneering): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

Immunities, Special Attacks, Defenses, please.

"Oh good," the Professor says, "Something that's not ACTUALLY made of stone." He dashes to the side, behind one of the columns, tossing one of his off-white knives at the mimic. It explodes on impact, driving shards of bone into the mimic's protoflesh. Red liquid drips from the puncture wounds.

Bone Dagger Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26
Crit Confirmation: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Bone Dagger Damage: 1d3 - 2 ⇒ (2) - 2 = 0
Bleed from the Bone Shards: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Dagger has minimum 1 nonlethal damage. Exploding bone shards are lethal, though }:-). I take it due to the Surprise Round, not Flat-Footed. Still, Fort Save from the Mimic, DC 17, for the Vampire's Kiss poison.

Stealth: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (9) + 15 = 24

I assume the professor shares what he knows, so anyone can read the spoiler.

The Professor hurls a dull white dagger coated in something, striking true. The attack does not seem to do much damage, but when the weapon shatters, blood begins to flow from the wound. The creature seems to shake off any effect from the substance on the blade, though.

Fort save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

Enraged, the toothy casket lashes out at the nearest creature, namely Ibb, but is once again unable to connect.

sticky slam: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11
damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

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Initiative!

Rowdy charges up his gun with burning arcane power and shoots! Move, swift action arcane bullets, standard to shoot.

Arcane Gun: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16 bullet: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8 fire: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

"I don't think you found an undead, Ibb! Don't let it touch ya, or it won't let go!"

Kn: Dungeoneering: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22 Special abilities?

That's a touch attack, right? No special abilities besides what's described and what's in the spoiler.

Rowdy's bullet strikes true, piercing the creature's hide and bathing it in flame!

The rest of the party may act.

Yes, vs touch, sorry I forgot to add that.

Yes, vs touch, sorry I forgot to add that.

No worries, I'm sure I've asked you that before, and since both energy spells and guns are usually touch at this range, I probably should have just assumed.

With a flick of his wrist, the professor will drop a springblade into one hand, then turn around the column to throw it at the mimic.

Spring Blade Attack Roll: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19
Spring Blade Damage: 1d3 ⇒ 1
Sneak Attack (if it failed perception): 2d6 ⇒ (5, 2) = 7

Another DC 17 Fort Save, this time for Red Tears. Effects are:
1d6 damage per round for up to 15 rounds. 1 save cures.

Red Tears: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Then, he will dart north to the next column along the way and try to hide once more.

Bleed: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Stealth: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (11) + 15 = 26

The springblade hits, though the creature does not seem surprised by the attack. As the weapon hits the creature it sticks fast, rather than falling to the ground.

Fort save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

Ibb, Oiur, and Eugressia may act.

Eugressia pulls out her wand and aims at the sarcophagus.

magic missile!: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Ibb accepts the raging song and 5' steps diagonally. Is there treasure inside!?

Nodachi +9: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

Thinking so much about loot, he misses by a wide margin.

Knowledge (dungeoneering): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11

The sarcophagus sprouts tentacles and a toothy maw, and Oiur's eyes go wide. "Ibb!" They're about to rush forward, hammer raised, when they hear the other's warnings about its adhesive physiology; they skid to a halt near one of the columns.
Lowering the earth breaker, they reach down to their belt to unfasten a coiled length of cord weighted with spiked balls. They begin twirling it by their side, and the cord unfurls and lengths into a blur. It snaps towards the mimic on release, slamming into its side.

Shoanti bolas: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 3 - 4 = 13 (–4 from into melee) for 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 bludgeoning and piercing damage.

Eugressia's missiles strike true, but Ibb and Oiur are unable to connect. More blood pours from the creature, including red streaks from its eyes. It now appears to be generally 'bloody' as well.

Bleed damage: 4 (rolled by Professor)
Poison damage: 5 (rolled by Professor)

Fort save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Wounded and furious, the creature once again lashes out at Ibb.
sticky slam: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29
damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

As this blow lands home, the sticky substance coating the tentacle holds fast to Ibb as the tentacle wraps around! Ibb, you are grappled.
You cannot break free without somehow dissolving the adhesive.

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Initiative!

"It's bleedin' out the eyes! We almost got it!" Rowdy re-loads and fires again!

Arcane Gun: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18 vs touch Bullet: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10 + Fire: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Being grappled, you can't use 2-handed weapons, correct? Does Ibb get constricted on this round as well?

Ibb dropps his butter knife and produces his toothpick from a spring-loaded sheath, spins it in his hand and stabs downward into the tentacle as hard as he can.

Dagger +7 +1 Rage -2 Grappled -1 Power Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

Piercing Damage: 1d4 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Reflex: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

The dagger quivers in the tentacle's flesh; Ibb is unable to hold on. No fair!

Oiur curses when the bolas misses its mark, then again when tentacles wrap around Ibb and his nodachi falls to the ground. They rush forward, swinging the earth breaker in a rising arc; the blow's oblique angle keeps it from sticking to the mimic's repulsive surface.
Earth breaker: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24 to hit, 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (3, 6) + 4 = 13 damage.
Reflex save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

Eugressia stares at the mimic, angry at seeing her friend caught in its tentacles. Breathe, Eugressia, breathe. Don't lose yourself. Just focus...focus your energy. Look at it. You can all take it down.

Eugressia's gaze turns into intense focus on the mimic grappling Ibb.

Mind Thrust: 3d6 ⇒ (6, 6, 5) = 17

DC 15 Will save for half damage

Yep, good catch Ibb.
constrict: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Ibb stabs the creature grappling him, his dagger stuck fast as well. Oiur runs forward, landing a crushing blow and managing to wrench their earthbreaker free. The creature, now badly wounded, suddenly bellows and falls over dead as Eugressia destroys its mind from within.
Will save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Ibb flails at the dead tentacle stuck to him, pulling it free after about 30 seconds of struggle.

Out of combat. The adhesive breaks down 30 seconds after the creature's death, so you can retrieve your weapons.

Oiur looks at Ibb and holds out their hand. "Wand, please. That thing got you good, if those bruises are anything to go by." They eye the mimic's scorched flesh. "Not that we didn't return the favor. Good shooting, Badger."

Once the big man seems reasonably recovered they gingerly tip back the mimic's jagged maw and peer down its gullet. "Any priceless artifacts inside our sarcofauxgus? There's got to be something more than grief and injury in this place."
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

Still wrapped in the writihing tentacle, Ibb pulls out a vial and tries to put some of the slimy goo in it.

reflex: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

The vial sticks to the mimic's skin, then clatters to the ground. He sighs. I wonder what flavor that sticky syrup was… it's all gone…

He licks some slime off his finger and immediately horks a gob of green saliva onto the ground. The bird, now standing atop the carcass, cackles.

Thanks, Oiur. 5 more charges off the wand… that's 10 so far for the day. Wand CLW: 35/50 charges left.

Thanks for landin' the killin' blow, Eugressia! That thing was scary! He kicks the mimic. Where's the loot?

The Professor goes over to pick up his spring blade, wiping it on a handkerchief before re-applying another substance to it, and re-inserting it in its sheath. He makes some notes on the susceptibility (or not, in the case of the 'Kiss) of the subject in a small notebook, adjusts his spectacles, and looks at the group.

"Perhaps we should have a cautious look around the rest of the room? And Sir Ibb - I hope this little incident might impress on you the utility of a modicum of forbearance in the future?"

”He means be careful, and don’t touch anything without asking first,” says Oiur, who wrinkles their nose and flicks mimic residue off the earth breaker’s head. ”Though I do have to agree. Let’s take it slow and see if we can avoid more nasty surprises.”

"Perhaps we should start with this room? Look around carefully and make sure that aren't any more nasty surprises?"

Eugressia wipes her brow, tired from the mental exertion of the battle.

Hey, since I'm a squishy caster hiding in the back, I'm happy to donate some wand charges to the front line!

Ibb's eyes glaze over while the professor speaks.

He is silent for long moments, absorbing the words. Yeah, I sure got im-pressed. He lifts up his shirt and directs his belly at the Professor. See here — he points at a wicked purple depression running about his abdomen — where the thing squeezed me? My guts're still tryin'a bounce back to normal.

He rubs his belly absentmindedly. I just hope we don't got to fight more furniture or mommy houses.

He drops the shirt and looks at Lacrymose. You really think there's bears in our future? Seems too hot for those. But yeah, you just yell "fore" when the heads come flyin' off — that's what we do around here. He winks. You're gettin' the hang of it!

Nothin' surprised me yet, Oiur, but I'll wait as long as I can.

Eugressia looks around the room, getting distracted by hieroglyphs and reliefs carved into the pink granite panels that line the walls. Ibb, meanwhile, continues to root around, shoulder deep in the gullet of the mimic, looking for treasure long after Oiur has given up and joined the others examining the room. Oiur and Rowdy examine the north side of the chamber, discovering almost simultaneously what appears to be a hidden door in that wall. The Professor, meanwhile, discovers a matching door on the southern wall as he translates the many titles of Pharaoh Sekh-pa-Mefer III carved there.

In the chamber up ahead, a black granite statue of a pharaoh stands on the polished alabaster floor beneath a vaulted limestone ceiling decorated with gilt stars. An engraved panel of granite stands against the western wall, carved to resemble a door. A flat granite slab lies on the floor in front of the false door.

You have a hidden door on the northern wall, another on the southern wall, and a chamber up ahead. Where would you like to go?

It's like trying to surprise a barnacle.

"Yes, I am beginning to see Sir Ibb's similarities to the Cirripedia class of species..." the Professor trails off as he reads the plates and notices the door. "Hello, there. What have we here?"

"So what do you all think? North or South?"

The bird picks a coin out of crevice in its servant's armor, and awkwardly flips it in the air.

1=North 2=South: 1d2 ⇒ 2

It rolls along the ground, then falls with a golden scarab face up. South!

"South looks as good as any, to me." The professor begins carefully inspecting the doorway, searching for potential traps.

Oiur winks at Rowdy when they spot the northern door and see that the rustic mac shares their look of surprised realization. They nod at the Professor and Irp's decision, crossing the chamber to stand a hopefully safe distance from the diminutive scholar. Their keen emerald eyes regard the doorway with suspicion. Gonna stay back a bit, but definitely advancing cautiously once we start moving!
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

EDIT: Ah, yep, take 20 is good!

I'm taking 20, if we have the 2 minutes

Ibb starts mumbling his "orcish" tune while waiting. It grows louder and louder with each passing moment.

The Professor carefully studies the concealed door, searching for signs of the traps that are beginning to feel ubiquitous in this pyramid. Finding none, he gently pushes the door open, revealing a long dark hallway stretching about 70ft forward before turning sharply to the right.

The party advances slowly down the hallway, scanning the floor, the walls, the ceilings, looking for danger and finding none. When the hallway turns, you can see two woven reed boats sitting end-to-end, covered in a thick layer of dust. Carvings on the walls depict naval expeditions and boats bearing tribute for the pharaoh.

A big house in the middle of nowheres, mommies drivin' triangles, furniture that eats ya — now boats with no water!? Ibb rubs his head in furious consternation. This place sure is dumb… He draws his butter knife and dances around. Let me know when there's somethin' to mash, okay?

Knowledge History help here at all?

Sure.

"Hmmm..." the Professor muses, "Often, Osirian nobility were entombed with the tools and resources that would aid them in their afterlife. These vessels are likely an aspect of that. Still, prudence is warranted. They were also known for protecting the valuables needed on the other side."

"In other words," he summarizes as he turns to Sir Ibb, "there might be things to mash YOU. Still, we might as well proceed."

The Professor pulls out his blowgun and several small darts, which he starts dipping into vials attached to his person, while stepping to the side, allowing clear passage towards the boats.

"Who would like to go first?"

Knowledge (History): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26