[PFC] GM Granta's #6-18: From Under Ice (3) (Inactive)

Game Master Granta

"Have no fear it's time for beer!" Lyteonira raises her holy symbol as if to toast everyone

Mavin flies into a rage and swings at the wolf with her glaive.

Rage and attack, Power Attack, sneak attack since flat-footed.
Glaive Attack: 1d20 + 4 + 2 - 1 ⇒ (11) + 4 + 2 - 1 = 16
Glaive Damage: 1d10 + 1d6 + 10 ⇒ (3) + (2) + 10 = 15

Hootie snaps off a quick shot, hoping for a quick tag to the Wolf's face.

Shot, point Blank shot and Sneak attack if they apply. 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 5 + 1 = 261d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 21d6 ⇒ 6
Confirm Crit 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 5 + 1 = 112d6 ⇒ (1, 6) = 7

Maps

Round 1
Effects none

• Zootloot - 7 nonlethal
  
• Mavin -
  
• Hootie -
  
• Lyteonira -
  
• Rigrory - 23 damage
  
• Therrach -
  
• Darak - 1 nonlethal

Mavin lands a wicked blow on the winter wolf, opening up its belly from haunch to shoulder. Then Hootie feathers an arrow right through the open wound and into a vital organ.

@Lyteonira: The only creature you could actually heal is Rigrory, so I'm going to assume you want to retcon that last action?

Zootloot and Lyteonira are up.

Seeing that there is no way around a battle, Zootloot backs up and starts playing his guitar.

Inspire Courage

BTW, where did my nonleathal dmg come from?

"Blessing of Cayden to you" Lyteonira moves up and gives the wolf a hug

Melee touch attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
To deliver touch of drunkness or touch of chaos to give its proper name

@Zootloot - cold weather

2 damage added for inspire courage on Mavin and Hootie's hits.

Maps

Round 1-2
Effects inspire courage +1

• Therrach -
  
• Darak - 1 nonlethal
  
• ---ROUND 2---
  
• Zootloot - 7 nonlethal
  
• Mavin - 6 damage?
  
• Hootie - 6 damage?
  
• Lyteonira - 6 damage?
  
• Rigrory - 25 damage, chaos

Zootloot begins a song on his guitar, stirring his companions passions. Lyteonira moves up to the wolf and momentarily drains the luck out of its body.

The wolf steps sideways, then exhales a blast of freezing air on half of your group.

Hootie, Lyteonira & Mavin: Reflex save vs. cold for half damage.

Reflex 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12
Shoot 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 5 + 1 = 91d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
What's with the consistant double low rolls?

Hootie attempts to duck and shoot the wolf at the same time and doesn't fare very well in either.

"Urggghhh. Cold...." she moans.....

Zootloot switches to an acapella portion of his inspiring song. He flips his bow into his hands and fires at the wolf.

shortbow,inspire,into melee: 1d20 + 4 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 + 1 - 4 = 13

you filthy animalske! Let me comb your fur with my sword. Uuugh
5'step front/left will move when on computer
attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19
damage: 2d6 + 8 ⇒ (2, 1) + 8 = 11

run while you can

reflex: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

"Hey easy on the ch-chilling. Beer is supposed to be ch-chilled not f-frozen"

Moved you Therrach

Darak winces as the ic cold breath catches his beard and his companions, glad he wasn't taking the brunt of it. Seeing Therrach step up, the Dwarven soldier sees his chance and darts up, getting an advantageous position. With a roar, he slams his Axe at the Wolf's back.

Waraxe, flanking, inspire: 1d20 + 4 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 4 + 1 + 2 = 21 for damage: 1d10 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 3 + 1 = 13

"Welp, that has gotta smart!" he taunts.

Forgot inspire in my roll, and change my name. sorry.
Thank you Darak

Therrach quickly dispatches the white wolf with his sword, then wipes off the blood on a clean patch of fur, further staining the once pristine, snow white mantle.

After healing up, you begin to explore the excavated area. Intricate gilded stonework adorns the entrance, and a complex marble mosaic paves the floor. Arrow slits flank the north and south sides of the hall, but the north side has collapsed and is choked with rubble. On the eastern end, two 10-foot-tall marble statues of armored dwarves flank a fresco depicting an opulent throne room. The faces of the statues have been broken off.

Ice covers the floor. Characters must spend 2 squares of movement to enter a square covered by ice, and the DC for Acrobatics checks increases by 5. Note: this is a different effect than difficult terrain.

Nodding as Therrach dispatches the Wolf, Darak looks down at the mantle with interest, as if sizing it up. Rollig their shoulders to re-adjust their armour, the Dwarf sighs and looks to the rapidly melting ice.

"Nothing like a fight to warm the blood, think ye can do one of those special toasts Lytoneiria, to get us all better?" he asks as he waits, "That pelt is gonna make a fine coat."

Once they are prepared, Darak steps into the chamber and immediately begins slipping, but treads his heavy boots down to keep balance. It is slow going but eventually he reaches the end of the corridor. Looking up at the Dwarven sentinels with dismay he sighs.

"Bet it was Orc Kin, scum always ruin such great work! Now let us see if there is anything about." he says in dismay.

perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12

Darak slips a few times along the way, but makes it to the far end without falling. He looks around, but only finds another hallway leading off to the east, beyond the range of his darkvision.

Lyteonira will try to stabilise the wolf with what she knows of healing "remember talking wolves have rights in Irrisen let's not leave him to die" having tried her best she calls the rest of the party"Let me raise a toast or two to Cayden for the victory and heal our wounds" (over 30 feet from the wolf)

"Now Haltani do you have something to say"

I Will take a look around

Are you all ok? I will patrole while everyone gets back in shape.

perseption: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14
Diplomacy, to talk to Haltani 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Hootie warms herself up even as the body of the wolf rapidly cools.
"We need to explore this place and while we are at it, Milady Haltani, perhaps you'd like to explain the deception? Ws it necessary?" Hootie makes sure her tone isn't harsh but ore of a questioning one as she tries not to antagonise the woman.

"The puppy there may have being one of your subjects, would you like us to check and see if it could be saved from death?"

She doesn't like the ice though, making her way step by step slowly.

Reflex: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
Not sure it matters with Lyteonira's channels at this point.

Mavin comes out of rage, and then turns to confront their guide. "Care to explain yourself? What was that beast rambling on about?"
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

Mavin also begins peering around the interred hallway, looking for secret doors or hidden secrets.
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

Zootloot moves slowly and carefully down the passageway until he is near the dwarven statues. "Wonder what happened to them."

Knowledge(history): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16 Just checking to see if I've heard of these things before.

Lyteonira stabilizes the wolf's wounds and heals the damage he caused to herself and her allies. Therrach does not find anything of interest or danger, nor does Zootloot know any relevant facts about this historical site. However, Mavin finds a secret door that leads to an abandoned, caved in armory. The only items of interest or value are an ivory-handled heavy crossbow and a heavy steel shield, both of expert craftsmanship. And lots of empty wooden shelves.

Uliyara responds to your questions, "My mother, Baroness Nadya, sent me to Dalun as a trade envoy. I do not know exactly who struck first--or even who all was fighting--but it wasn't us. My entire envoy was murdered and I only escaped because of this disguise."

"When you found me, I was seeking a safe way home. Guiding you provided that."

How have we got non-lethal when we have warmed up and been in a channel?

Taking the well wrought Shield, Darak places it on his arm whilst keeping his old one on his back, still displaying his allegiance to his liege lord. Unable to see much of note, the Dwarf listens to 'Haltani's story with a narrowed eye, clearly not trusting her.

"Yet you have followed us out here, why is that? For a trap for that Wolf?" he snaps sourly.

Not everyone was able to warm up yet. The clay bricks didn't generate enough heat.

"Peace." Hootie attempts to intervene.

"While she may have deceived us, she has done us no harm as yet. We had best clear this area and then see what else we can do from there." Hootie feels obliged to sepak up though she's deeply hurt by this as well.

Betrayal does not sit well with her.

At all.

Mavin also tries to stay the dwarf's anger. "Hold on there, Darak. Sounds like our guide was just as much a victim of the violence as the Ulfen were, in which case she's welcome among us. The wolf mentioned the Baroness of Saarbotten, do you think she might be behind the attacks?"

Having cleared out the secret armory of valuables, Mavin bears her glaive in her hands and moves to investigate path on the opposite side of the tunnel, keeping her eyes peeled for secrets.
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18 (+1 vs. traps)

"Well looking at those dwarf statues i think this must be Naldak's point. Whats through there" She peers to the east (assuming top of the map is north)

"You guys shouldn't worry about our guide. Everyone has their little secrets. So far no harm has come to us." Zootloot walks to Lyteonira and looks down the eastward passage. "Yeah, let's go here. This cold is really getting to me. The sooner we can get somewhere warm, the better."

Darak shrugs and turns to Lytoenira, pointing down the corridor with his drawn axe he shrugs slightly. It is clear he has more questions for their guide, but has decided to ignore the matter for now, shooting her suspicious glances every so often.

"Just a corridor so far as I can see, a fairly long one. May well be rigged with crossbow traps and the like, perfect killing zone." he says proudly.

Starting slowly, the Dwarf begins to move down the eastern corridor, his one eye looking around for signs of traps.

perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

I move towards the corridor, with my hand on my weapon.

"Maybe some of your friends are inhere, so better be carefull" i mumble, just loud enough for our guide to hear.

perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Lyteonira casts a spell on herself the takes out a wand and zaps three pebbles with it .she puts two back in her belt pouch

"I'm ready

@Lyteonira: spells recorded.

Nobody detects any traps in the east hallway, which leads to a cylindrical chamber. Thousands of icicles cover the ceiling, and the outside edge forms a perfect circular curve, cutting into stone without mark of chisel or tool, impossibly smooth. Only places where ice flows over the stone, or where the structures have collapsed, mar the perfect precision of the cylinder. The remains of workshops and living spaces, still furnished, pea through holes in the cylindrical void. At the southern and western edges of the cavern, large portions of the stone and ice have collapsed, cutting into the immense void with piles of rubble.

The map isn’t even close to scale. This sphere is HUGE.

When you're ready, please position yourselves on the map and choose the red or blue door.

Is there a 20 foot drop from where we are standing down to the floor of the cylindrical section?

Wisdom 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10
Perception, checking for traps. 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17
Stealth 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25
"Fascinating. Perhaps we should explore this place a little." as Hootie inches forward bit by bit, looking out for dangers hidden from the naked eye.

She takes care to hug cover and minimise her footsteps.

Forgot my WIS check...

Wisdom: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Didn't matter...

Wisdom: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

Mavin cautiously approaches the far doors, ready to follow someone in using her polearm. "What kind of force might create this manner of shape?"

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21 (+1 vs. traps)

"Haltani can you sort a fire fo us from the wood left in the armoury. We will need to warm up before setting off again. I an my colleagues will properly explore this place" With taht Lyteonira scopes out a door

Damm casting spells first before warming everybody up. With this character the choice has to be for the cheeky red rather than the blue nun

Wisdom: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

"Aye, a warm fire would do well to getting rid of this chill! I think we should take the time to be warm before we explore this pla-" Darak muses as they press on down the frozen corridor, before the words are stolen from him by the sudden absence in the mountain side.

"B-by the beards of the gods!" he stammers in surprise as his jaw drops wide. "What happened here?!"

@Zootloot: Technically, it's a 20 ft. drop. In reality, this is a huge sphere. That s%&# goes way down. But it's completely unimportant, other than introducing my favorite artifact, the Hao Jin Ice Cream Scoop

Uliyara draws a flint and steel, "Gladly. I forgot what the weather can be like for those who aren't used to it."

After warming up, you check the left door and find nothing but an abandoned guard post.

Darak and Zootloot are now warm enough to heal their nonlethal damage. Please place all icons, including Haltani, before we open the blue door.

I possition myself, so that i can aid at both doors.

Wisdom: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
perseption: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

let's go

Hootie is positioned.
Perception 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
Stealth 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27

"My thanks Lady Uliyara. The chill was getting to me, a bit of warmth is always welcome." Hootie warms herself up as well before taking her position with her bow drawn with an arrow nocked for any possible dangers.

Zootloot moves to the edge of the big void. "That is pretty amazing. I wonder what happened here." Then he notices everyone congregating around another door. He moves to where he can see what's happening but is still out of the way.

Moved to my preferred location.

are you ready guys? Wich one are we going for?
I listen at each of the doors.
perceptionDoor1: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
perceptionDoor2: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17

Still waiting on a couple folks, and healing. If nothing happens by tomorrow, we'll move forward as is.

Now everyone is toasty up steps Lyteonira with another toast

channel: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Lyteonira heals some of the nonlethal damage her allies still suffered, while people begin searching. Unfortunately, nobody finds anything of value, danger or interest.

Upon opening the final door, you find a dwarf frozen in solid ice, staring out at you. His clothing and equipment are obviously archaic.

The floor in the room is not icy.

Does any of you have anymore heating, so that we can see if he has the key?
If it is a stove, ore something like that, I move over there to see if I can light a fire.

Do we have more of those bricks or did we use them all to get into here?

"Wow. Frozen solid?" Zootloot approaches the frozen dwarf and inspects him as closely as the ice will allow.

Knowledge(history): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8 Have I ever heard of him or recognize anything from the clothing?

Survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10 Is he alive still, will he survive thawing?

Feeling much warmer thanks to the fire, Darak rubs the feelings back into his hands and stamps his feet to get the blood flowing. Following Zoot and Therrach into the room he gives a low sigh. Sticking with Zootloot as the gnome goes to investigate the frozen Dwarf, he bows his head in respect of the dead.

"Now that ain't no way to go." he laments, looking at his ancient kinsman. "Frozen and alone, I wonder who he is?"