[PFS 8-00] GM Chie's Cosmic Captive [Tier 1-2] (Inactive)

Game Master Korolan

Newt feels emboldened by the warrior's song. He moves around the periphery of the melee, twirling his sling. Finding no clear shot, the young druid takes a pot shot at the rose-tinted water elemental.

Move: Move 30 ft
Standard: Ranged attack, bless, rage

Sling, Bless, Soft Cover, Melee: 1d20 + 2 + 1 - 4 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 2 + 1 - 4 - 4 = 12
Damage, Rage: 1d4 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Vesi leaps at the cerulean-tinted water elemental, tentacles thrashing wildly.

Full Round Action: Full Attack

Bite, Bless, Flank, Rage: 1d20 + 2 + 1 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 2 + 1 + 2 + 1 = 15
Bite Damage, Rage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Tentacles, Bless, Flank, Rage: 1d20 - 3 + 1 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (2) - 3 + 1 + 2 + 1 = 3
Tentacles Damage, Rage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

★ - OVERSEER ANNOUNCEMENT - ★

Sorrina Westyr urgently projects her image to speak to every Pathfinder, and appears to be holding tightly to a steel ring near an alien device. “Everyone, brace yourselves. We have finished repairs of a strange craft on the bright side of the asteroid, and the engines will fire shortly, hopefully causing this rock to spin and even out the extreme temperatures. This may get a bit bumpy though in three…two…one... Hold on!”

A sudden jolt shakes the entire asteroid, sending anything unsecured reeling as the stars begin to spin overhead.

Table GMs, the Engines benefit is now in play. Vroooooom!

Volyana steps around the elemental and continues her dizzying assault. Her first spin catches the elemental's attention, then she switches the whip's direction and smacks it right in the center.

5' step
Flurry defensively, AC 18
Nine-section Whip: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Nine-section Whip: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Liora hustles forward, her sling at the ready. "Taste rock, you, you...wet blankets!" she cries as she looses a bullet at the nearest elemental.

Attack vs. Red (Sling; Bless, Into Melee): 1d20 + 2 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (6) + 2 + 1 - 4 = 5
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Unfortunately, the sudden appearance of Sorrina's image and the subsequent lurch of the asteroid as it begins spinning wildly throws off the sylph's aim - in fact, it's all that she can do to keep her feet.

"Gyeeee! Where's the brakes for this thing!?" she shrieks as her arms flail wildly.
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Liora can make her attack against Blue if Red is dead by the time her action comes up, though she'll still miss :)

Engaging Trixalana Bot Protocol

Having called for aid to herself and her companions, Trixalana draws her crossbow and moves up closer to the fray in order to line up a good shot!
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Trixalana draws her crossbow (move action) and moves to her current map position!

Atronia's voice shake slightly as the ground lurches, but she keeps her balance and stays focused. The rhythm of her song picks up as she skips to the verse that tells of the heroes's victory against their impressive enemies. She steps forward to the nearest enemy elemental and swings her sword again.

5 foot step
attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
damage: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (2, 5) + 6 = 13

★ - OVERSEER ANNOUNCEMENT - ★

Sorrina Westyr’s projection appears once again to every Pathfinder. Behind her is a map of the Asteroid, Aucturn’s Tear, lit up with different colors around the different regions.

“Good news, everyone! Our tactical reports coming from the region known as Area F, ‘The Sea of Fire’, tell us that the entire region has been claimed and is now safe for travel! Keep going, Pathfinders!”

The Sea of Fire has been Claimed!

Let's move this along, shall we?
With his two friends defeated, the blue elemental burbles angrily as it makes a full withdrawal.

The grey elemental begins to bubble and babble at Vesi in Aquan.

"He says that he wants to be useful"

The devilfish's skin ripples, plops, and shimmers in response to the elemental.

"Vesi says it wants to help," Newt relays to the others after the ground stops spinning.

Jyrrar watches the elemental withdraw with a relieved look on his face. "Tell the elemental we are most thankful for its assistance. Does it know the fastest path to the center of this asteroid?" He asks Newt to translate for him.

"It would indeed be nice to have someone show us the way through here."

Atronia wipes her blade, but keeps it out, looking around warily.

After a bit of conferring in Aquan, Vesi is able to get a bit of information from Burble about posts and defenders of the frozen city. This manifests as a +2 to Initiative as long as you are in Water Aligned regions.

Now that the Asteroid is spinning, the rime and frost covered rocks are getting a little less icy, and the temperature itself is rising slightly.

Burble can show you an easier route to the outskirts of the frozen city. A gentle wind blows by, causing some movement that makes this long dead civilization look a little less barren and cold. Failing enchantments causes stone to crumble and rebuild from moment to moment. A thick sheen of ice and snow covers every surface. A few structures around a temple plaza bear signs of recent repairs and habitation, and the icy, shattered remains of fifteen-foot-tall, willowy humanoids lie scattered across the cobbles.

As Burble leads you through the streets, you notice a large shrine, with a gentle shimmering through the cracked open doors.

"Hey...hey!" Liora calls, trying to get Vesi and Burble's attention. "Look over there," she points at the shrine. "What's that? Who's the shrine for?" she asks, unable to contain her curiosity.

Burble, shrugging his water shoulders, points toward the doors, then points to a small column about 20 feet away from the entrance. Looking at Kivi, he continues to burble at Liora and Newt.

Inside the shrine is a set of cracked and crumbling stairs, leading up to a stone basin surrounded by blue glowing runes. A pale semi ephemeral woman, shrouded in blue mist hovers motionlessly above the pool, her toes barely touching the slick icy surface.

"Vesi says it doesn't know what the shrine is. She says he's a bit of a... homebody," Newt relays to the others.

"Coward, Newt. I said he was a coward," Vesi communicates through their bond.

"Well if the elemental doesn't know, I guess we'll just ask her." Volyana rubs her jade wayfinder for luck and approaches the steps and presses her fist against her open palm with a slight nod. "Excuse me, we are travelers seeking knowledge of your world. Do you mind chatting a bit?"

Knowledge (religion) plus guidance: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Atronia is surprised by Volyana's boldness, but, curious as well, she approaches to peek between the doors. She waits to see if the ephemeral women responds before going any further.

The cephalopoid water elemental slithers between the doors in order to enter the strange shrine.

"Newt, you wait outside, but if there is going to be progress, someone must be bold."

Jyrrar movces up to a protective position next to his sylph friend as she heads inside the shrine. "Be cautious here Liora. There may be some hidden guardians posted here."

Liora gives Jyrrar a mock look of incredulity. "You don't say! Next you'll be telling me that there might be more elementals out there that we'll have to tangle with!"

She shakes her head, chuckling. "Come on, I may be curious but I'm not that curious. I promise I'll keep my eyes open for trouble," she whispers as she moves to follow Volyana.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

As Volyana approaches the woman, her pale face turns toward her, before distorting in a soundless scream. Her hazy and Incorporeal body seems to shimmer and twist, as if it is tearing itself apart! The runes glow with a faint white light, and the twisting strands of aether whip around her body in an attempt to rebuff the invaders.

You have some options in how to deal with this spirit. 1) Run away! 2) Attempt to Diffuse and sate the spiritual woman 3) Attempt to distract or damage the spirit. Each task has a number of different checks, which are as follows:

Trying to Diffuse or Sate the spirit, or find out exactly what is going on: Diplomacy, Disable Device, Knowledge(arcana), Knowledge(Religion), Linguistics or Spellcraft!
If you have a different way that you think you could either Calm or Find out exactly what is going on, feel free to go with it! Making one of these checks is a standard action, and you must be within 10 feet of the runic font to do so! Also, using the same tactic repeatedly will make it harder to get additional information!

Distracting the Spirit: While your Buddies are trying to fix what is going on, they are in danger from whatever that lady's Lashing Whips are doing! You can try to distract her with a Bluff, Intimidate, or CMB check. Alternatively, you can just try to hit her, to get her attention. Once again, if you think of something else creative, feel free to give it a shot!

Bold May Go!

Liora the Skydruid
Newt the Drowned
Volyana
Trixalana
Vesi the Devilfish
Jyrrar Rivurder
Atronia
Smoky Lady

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

The devilfish moves slowly to the side and begins a hypnotic dance of tentacles while her skin begins to display a pattern of soothing shades of blue. At the same time, she makes a sound that reminds you of gently falling rain.

CMB: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

Newt moves into the chamber, brandishing his spear.

"I know, I know. You told me to stay out."

He thrusts his spear at the ectoplasmic whips and tries to tangle.

"Um. What is the plan?"

Jyrrar eyes the swinging strands of multi-colored tendrils and slowly moves up closer to the action. Timing his swing precisely, he lashes out at one of the tentacles, trying to distract the spirit.

"Plan? We buy our friends time."

Move to position on map.
Standard: Attempt to Deflect one of the tentacles.
CMB: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

"I'll try to figure out what's going on here."

While her companions are keeping the strange, shimmering woman busy, Atronia approaches, dodging the tendrils as best she can. Meanwhile, she observes the woman, until she's near enough to study the runes carefully.

Knowledge Arcana: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

She hesitates for a moment. "I don't think I've ever seen anything quite like this."

Edited my post to add my reaction, as I'm pretty sure of the outcome on such a low roll.

Vesi seems to get the spirits attention and soothe it a little bit, causing the woman to focusher attention on the glowing devilfish.
Jyrrar and Newt begin to distract and tangle the spirit's tentacles, redirecting her from Vesi, and refocusing it on themselves! Looks like talking her down might be a little more difficult next time!

Liora can't get a good read on the runes, with tentacles and spears and the like flying around!

Bold May Go!

Liora the Skydruid
Volyana
Trixalana
Vesi the Devilfish
Jyrrar Rivurder
Atronia
Newt the Drowned
Smoky Lady

"Yes, keep her distracted! Good idea Vesi, see if you can calm her down," Liora calls out as she moves forward and attempts to scrutinise the spirit more closely and maybe glean a useful hint on how to deal with it.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

"Drat...I'm not much good with spirits and the like," she frowns.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24

Trix brightens when she spots the strange, ghostlike woman. She then frowns when the situation turns dangerous. "Now boys! Put down those weapons, can't you see she's frightened? It's alright sweetheart. What happened to you? How did you end up here?"

Trixalana seems to be able to convince the ghostly woman that you mean no harm, and can get a bit of insight into what is going on.

Struggling to understand the spirit's source seems to frustrate it, as the runes glow brighter and he movements speed up a bit!

Whipping her tendrils around at Even Jyrrar, Odd Newt: 1d10 ⇒ 2 Jyrrar! Force Tentacle Swing: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14Force Tentacle Damage: 1d8 - 1 ⇒ (5) - 1 = 4 Thankfully, between his combat efficiency, and careful dodging, he is able to weave through the tentacles!

Bold May Go!

Liora the Skydruid
Volyana (x2)
Trixalana
Vesi the Devilfish
Jyrrar Rivurder
Atronia
Newt the Drowned
Smoky Lady

Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

Sensing his efforts seem to be more harmful than helpful, Jyrrar slips into a defensive posture attempting to keep the tentacles off of him.

Taking a standard action for Total Defense.
Current AC is 21.

"Um...okay good, she seems a bit calmer so maybe now I can figure something out..."

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

"Hey, I think I got it, maybe!"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

Vesi continues her hypnotic dance and soothing raindrop song.

Bluff: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (18) - 1 = 17

"I know! Just keep singing."

Newt lowers his spear and picks up a piece of broken masonry. He tosses it across the temple, trying to distract the energy tendrils.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20

Sensing the apparition's frustration, Trix continues her attempts of pacification. "Please be calm, we are not here to harm you. We want to help you!" She offers a large smile and her hair changes to a warm, welcoming orange color while her eyes sparkle with an amethyst hue. "Please, tell me how I can help you and I promise we will do everything we can."

Between Volyana's knowledge of Spirits, Liora's interpreting the runes, and Trixalana's calming of the phantasm, she regains her composure before whipping out with another set of ephemeral lashes. She begins to cast a spell, before speaking clearly in Common

"I am the Voice of Seven Songs, an oracle of Iovo. I apologize for threatening you, as many have come recently to assault me at my once grand shrine. Iovo is certainly not the place that it once was. How can I be assistance to you?"

Greetings, Voice of Seven Songs. I am Volyana, a student of the Temple of the Endless Step. We have come to this world because of a message, seemingly sent by a being imprisoned here. Do you know of this being?"

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Atronia nods as she notices what the ephemeral woman does. She lets Volyana speak, and adds, "Perhaps you could tell us what kind of beings have assaulted this place as well. If there are ennemies wandering about, I'd rather know about them, and we might even be able to help."

"Yeah, what they said," Liora adds, nodding at Volyana and Atronia. "We're here to find out more about whoever is sending this message for help but if there's something we can do to help out...well, you know what they say about birds and stones! Especially because it sure seems like everyone living here is in an uproar, fighting among themselves and all."

Newt visibly relaxes as the arcane tendrils settle and the oracle speaks. However, he leaves the questioning to the others, slowly fading back to the wall of the shrine as they begin.

"An interesting mix of elemental beings in one place. No wonder there is turmoil."

"What is Iovo? Is it part of a planet that was shattered? How did you come to be here?" She takes a deep breath and pauses her rapid-fire questioning. "Sorry, sometimes I get a little overly excited."

★ - OVERSEER ANNOUNCEMENT - ★

“We’ve discovered a path to the Vault Entrance!” Sorrina Westyr’s image appears drenched but defiant, in the midst of pouring heavy rain. Ignoring the water sleeting off her, the Master of Spells points with her wand as she illuminates the asteroid map behind her. “Reports from those traveling through the Ice Reservoir indicate that most of the enemies in that region have been mopped up, though a few scattered groups may still be dealing with ongoing fights.” She taps the map. “We’ve discovered an entrance to the Vault through this area. If you’re nearby, proceed here as fast as you can!”

Then a serious expression crosses her face. “Our efforts have not gone without notice. My divinations indicate that Kelizandri, the Brackish Emperor himself, is displeased and wreaking havoc. Beware of flash floods and rain! Take care, Pathfinders!”

AREA E: The Ice Reservoir, is claimed and free for travel! GMs, there is a Water Event happening now!

The sound of rain pounding against the shrine's exterior causes the Voice of Seven Songs to speak louder. "Who is that woman? and what does she know of Kelizandri? Although that would explain much of the elemental plight... Iovo is the planet that this shrine was once part of, but that was a long time ago. This fraction of Iovo is a prison for a powerful prisoner, of which the Elemental Lords wish to keep captive. I have foreseen a group such as yourselves coming to free this captive, and can give you a bit of insight into your further adventures into the depths."

Her eyes glow blue and gold for just a moment, before her voice echoes hauntingly throughout the shrine. "The trip to the vault itself is Perilous, but there are many opportunities for aid. I see a woman frozen in a massive block of ice, wrapped in chains that suspend her in an icy chamber. I see massive spinning boulders crashing and colliding with a boiling ball of Liquid metal. Inside that massive sphere is the prisoner that you seek. Make your way toward the center, through the City of Ice ahead." The last few words echo in the chamber, as the runes around the pool glow white hot, filling the room with a blinding light. After the light fades, and you can see again, the pool is empty, the woman gone.

The magic quickly fades, and the pounding rain begins rushing through a rapidly crumbling ceiling. The rushing water pushes toward the entrance of the temple, overtaking everyone and everything in the empty shrine.

Water Bullrush: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13
Those pushed by the water are pummeled by fragments of the ruined shrine.
Bludgeoning Damage (Reflex DC 11 for Half): 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Time Elapsed: 2d6 + 9 ⇒ (3, 6) + 9 = 18

Trudging through the pouring rain, Grythyk shoves open the shrine doors to let a good deal of the water loose. "What is all this RAIN? Does Iomedae Weep at our misfortune?" Gamin chuckles, before adding "We did hear something about the Brackish Emperor. That would explain the Brackish Water, would it not?"

"I don't know what color has to do with Rain. We should keep moving. What did you all find in here? Anything helpful?"

Newt, used to worse weather than this growing up on his northern island, endures the sudden rush of water stoically. Once the deluge is finished, he slogs his way to the door just before their captain pulls it open.

"Wet."

Reflex: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

Vesi, despite being native to the seas, is caught by the swirling waters and slammed against the wall of the shrine. Gripping the wall with her suckered tentacles, she is able to deftly dodge the debris that follows.

"I'm glad to see you learned your lessons about riptides well, son." She transmits to Newt while shaking off the pain of her own experience.

The rushing water carries a small crate, floating lazily above the ground. Several bottles clink around as it gently bumps into Newt's knees.