[PFS] GM Alias 0-26: Lost at Bitter End (Inactive)

Game Master Jon A

Just moments ago, Venture-Captain Adril Hestram stood beside you inside the great hall of the Grand Lodge in Absalom and said, “Good luck and gods speed. Find out what you can and get back in one piece.” With that, a masked member of the Decemvirate, gender and race impossible to determine under black cloth and an ornate face mask, muttered an incantation and teleported you nearly a thousand miles south, to the northern frontier of the necromantic nation of Geb. Just 24 hours ago, messengers from the Decemvirate banged on your door and demanded your presence at the Grand Lodge. Venture-Captain Hestram, it seemed, had received an important bit of news about work that a Nethys cleric Pathfinder named Rijana was doing in the Mana Wastes— important enough to summon you at such an early hour and demand your preparedness for a new mission assignment.

“Rijana is one of the best scholars on arcane mysteries that we have,” said Hestram as he paced back and forth. He shook a thin sheaf of papers in his hand. “This missive from her hand just a month ago tells a daring tale of hidden dimensions in the Mana Wastes that could be used to return magic once again to that failed, desolate garbage heap. I could care less about restoring magic there—but I care a lot about what bizarre ruins and hidden sanctums might have been concealed there while magic lay dormant. I haven’t the time to waste to send another message back and await its answer—I’ve asked a Decemvirute member, a powerful wizard, to teleport you to Rijana’s last known location, a dusty hamlet on the edge of the Wastes in northern Geb called Geb’s Rest. I’m sending the lot of you because Geb is dangerous, the Mana Wastes are deadly, and I want this thing done right.” Hestram snorted. “Well, I at least want it done. You lot will have to do. Get to Geb’s Rest, find Rijana, and bring back whatever notes she’s got in her journals about the Mana Wastes. She should have four journals if my memory of her bizarre organizational skills is correct—I want all four of them. Tell her I’m reviewing them for inclusion in the Pathfinder Chronicles, I don’t care. Just bring them back. Now get yourself ready to go—you can’t buy a decent potion within a hundred miles of this backwater dust pile.”

"Securing arcane tomes? You've come to the right place. You have the service of my sword, my pen, and my companion."

When I get some time later, I'll take a look at what consumables I might need for this mission before we go.

The elf stood quietly by, listening to the details. He hasn't happy to hear that it could turn into another investigative mission...that wasn't his strong suit. Why couldn't it be a dusty tomb! His gear was replete with numerous vials strapped to everywhere the eye could see.

He took the measure of his mates, and waited to see if they had any questions for the Venture Captain.

Standing silently off to the side, you see a tall, dark human man with a dark weathered cloak and a longbow and quiver on his back. He has a habit of observing conversations, studying the comments made as if unaccustomed to civilized gatherings. If he speaks at all, he speaks with a thick Varisian accent. He wears a holy symbol of Desna around his neck.

What is zhe title of zhe journals or do you have zhere description since you know zhere are four?
I have been into many dusty libraries of late and it helps to know what we seek.

Back at the original briefing:
There's a dwarf here as well, front-and-center, exuding both a sort of concentrated, primeval... dwarfiness... as well as smoke from a pipe clamped between her teeth. Judging by her white hair and the thousands of tiny wrinkles on her face, this is an old dwarf; judging by the fact that she is wearing a full suit of armor that appears to be made out of slabs of stone, she is still perfectly hale. Old, faded tattoos of dwarven runes, the blue ink weathered to near invisibility, are visible on her face and the backs of her hands. She smokes her pipe sedately, listening to the briefing, then knocking out some ash from her pipe into a vase that sits in Hestram's office.

The eyes that peer around at the others are shrewd and assessing. "Well, lads-- and lass-- appears we're traveling to a blighted place. Suits me. I'll do my best to bring you young'uns back home," she says deadpan, even if it's entirely possible that some in the group are older than her.

"The name's Magna, and I'll be best suited to warding you all from harm, here and there, and in a pinch healing your scrapes and your scratches. I follow the earth, and in turn the earth hears me, but don't you go thinkin' I'm some sort of tree-lover or big furry sasquatch or the like. Still... if you need a touch of nature in your corner, you ought to tell me, so's I can meditate on the best way to shore up the weakness in your mine, so to speak." Swapping some of my usual spells for the animal growth and strong jaw. Let me know if anyone else has a spell they'd realllly like me to have prepped; I'll consider it.

That said, Magna turns her attention back to Hestram.

"This Rijana. What's she look like?"

(Should be ready to go. So, one of the spells Magna keeps prepped is Communal Stoneskin, which requires 250 GP of granite/diamond dust for every person she affects with it. (She also has regular Stoneskin.) I'm carrying enough to cover everyone for at least one casting, but if the mission spreads over one day/night, and you're interested in having stoneskin up on you, I certainly won't object to you bringing the cost in dust to cover yourself.)

Ru will buy 250 gold in diamond dust as well.

I brown haired, bronze skinned man wearing full plate listens to the mission briefing.

Hmm, so we are expendable, there's a first I have heard. So, grab the journals, and find the wizard. Any other bright words you can tell us before you ship us off the material plane hell? asks the man in a clearly cynical tone.

May go on a shopping spree, have 30K to spend. Not sure on what though. I have +2 armor/shield. +1 main weapon. Perhaps I could upgrade my cloak of resistance?

A man in his late 30s raises his hand to speak. Above his plate armor a black robe and around his neck a silver amulet in the shape of a spiraling comet. Strapped to his back a huge silver hammer clanks when the man moves.

Should we expect trouble from the scholar? How should we proceed if Rijana refuses to part with her logs? And from locals? Geb is a land of heretics, an empire made of undeads. Priests like myself are outlawed over there. Also, how do we get back to Absalon later on?

Buying 250 gold in diamond dust for Fredrik too.

"You speak as though she will not part with this information willingly. What is the nature of her relationship with the Society?"

Friedel is a well-muscled young woman, with white hair, green eyes, and a magnificent pair of feathered wings. Tongues of cold fire lick out from the sheath of her greatsword.

Outside, her steed, a gigantic elk, awaits. It almost glows with heavenly light, and bears intricate ritual scarification marking it as a gift from the Greattusk clan of Mammoth Lords. Yes, my mount has Tribal Scars.

I'll buy in on the stoneskin too. Also, isn't there a spell for stealing the contents of a book?

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Roland will buy in on the stone skin as well. 250gp. If we do not use it...that will carry over on sheet, correct? .

The small gnome, bald and covered in Shoanti tribal tattoos, smiles at the large Captain. "It will be done. You have my word." To the others, he smiles, showing white teeth in his tanned face. "I am Gerdur Knee-Biter. I look forward to serving with you."

@Roland: Yes, if you don’t use it, you can carry it over to the next scenario. I will give everyone one more post to make purchases. After that, you will be stuck with what’s available in the scenario.

What is zhe title of zhe journals or do you have zhere description since you know zhere are four? I have been into many dusty libraries of late and it helps to know what we seek.

”They are Rijana’s personal journals, so she will keep them close. And she’s a field agent, not a librarian, so they are probably the only books she has with her.”

"This Rijana. What's she look like?"

"You speak as though she will not part with this information willingly. What is the nature of her relationship with the Society?"

”She’s a cleric of Nethys and a Pathfinder. The easiest way to identify her is by the symbols she carries. Not only that, she’s one of the best we’ve got at dealing with magic blighted areas. The only reason she wouldn’t hand over her journals is that she’s still working on a lead. Just ask to make a copy then. Tell her we’re going publish them in the Chronicles.

Should we expect trouble from the scholar? How should we proceed if Rijana refuses to part with her logs? And from locals? Geb is a land of heretics, an empire made of undeads. Priests like myself are outlawed over there. Also, how do we get back to Absalon later on?

”Geb’s Rest is a small human settlement on the border near the Mana Wastes. As long as you don’t go tangling with the local authorities, you should be fine. As for the rest of it, you’re Pathfinders, for Gorum’s sake! Be resourceful! Now get moving!”

In the distance lies a squat, tumble-down hovel comprised of a few turrated domes, a collection of ramshackle huts, a solid, two-story inn, dusty red streets, and a large central fountain. There are maybe four dozen intact buildings scattered about the town, with the central hub largely surrounded by weedchoked ruins of a time when the town was more prosperous. As the group approaches Geb’s Rest, they see no signs of life at all. No people, no animals, no birds—nothing. The entire town is silent and vacant.

Maps are now up, link at the top. We are starting on slide 1. Note that the scale on this map is 1 square = 10 ft. You are coming in from the south, on the left side of the map.

Ru will take the lead, directing the group straight ahead toward the middle of the square. "Maybe he people are in their homes and businesses?"

Perception 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (18) + 14 = 32

Magna gazes at the buildings off in the distance, has a last drag on her pipe, and then knocks it out against her stone greave before tucking it away and securing her shield on her arm (though she draws no weapon). She mutters a few spells over herself... partly to test that magic still works.

(Casting longstrider and barkskin on herself (11 hours for longstrider, 110 minutes for barkskin.)

She takes off her necklace and glances around at the others. "If you don't have some magickin' to harden your hide, I'll loan you this for the next two hours-- might turn a blade and save you a bit of bleedin'." (Magna's amulet of natural armor +1 is redundant with her barkskin; if anybody does not have a natural armor bonus and has their neck slot free, you are welcome to borrow it for the duration of her spell.)

After that, she hikes up her pack and strides along after the elf, able to match his pace now. "Don't get too far ahead, you twiggy little thing," she tsks. "You look like a stiff breeze'd blow you over."

(This is coming from a dwarf who's nearly as broad horizontally, in her stone fullplate, as she is tall, so take it with a grain of salt.)

"Can't imagine everyone inside," she answers Ruprecht, her old eyes scanning the sky and the dusty, barren earth. "Don't even see so much as a stray dog lying panting in the street. It's not natural."

I'll take 10 on Perception for a 41, with tremorsense out 20' as we walk towards the town. Magna is happy to help take point. Effective AC now 30.

Ru nods to the dwarf, and quaffs his own extract, also hardening his skin. "Go ahead then, malady. Age before beauty, as they say," he adds with a wink.

Barkskin extract consumed. +3 to AC for eighty minutes.

Magna, feel free to take the point. Your perception blows mine out of the water. I'll take rear guard, I suppose, so nothing sneaks up on us from the back.

I'm riding Benzyl of course. There should be plenty of room if anyone else wants to hop on.

Friedel nods in agreement. "This settlement was not said to be abandoned. I advise everyone be on guard as we go. Let us prepare for trouble."

As a matter of course, at the beginning of the day, Friedel charges up her Natural Divination revelation by examining the entrails of two small animals (her Survival is good enough to take 10 to find them), and the flight paths of birds. She also has a bestow curse stored in her armor from the day before.

She casts Extended barkskin on herself, along with magic vestment and defending bone. Her sword is drawn, and has a 4th-level continual flame on it.

She'll also cast light on Gerdur's earthbreaker, and reinforce armaments on Bash's axe. Both of those give +1 trait bonus to damage on the weapon as long as it's affected (100 minutes).

Roland hefts his bow and has an arrow ready based upon the comments from his more seasoned colleagues.

"I have not visited zhis place before. What types of people or creatures call zhis home?."

Roland has a natural armor amulet already, but thanks for the offer. He will gladly take a ride if offered.

"Zhis is a magnificent creature. I have never seen anything like him."

Ru nods to the dwarf, and quaffs his own extract, also hardening his skin. "Go ahead then, malady. Age before beauty, as they say," he adds with a wink.

Magna, feel free to take the point. Your perception blows mine out of the water. I'll take rear guard, I suppose, so nothing sneaks up on us from the back.

"Hurmph! Experience before twiggy little potion-chuckers, you mean," Magna chuckles.

(Yeah, 3 levels' advantage and being a Wis-based class makes a big difference, heh.)

She eyes the enormous elk as they travel, but would prefer to keep her feet solidly on the ground. Riding! Bah! Not what a dwarf is made for! Still, it's quite the impressive beast; she has to agree with Roland on that front. As she stomps on forward, she says, "Bloody big enough critter you've got there."

She considers Roland's other question, musing on what sort of beasts inhabit the warped lands of the Mana Wastes.

Kn Nature?: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14
Kn Geography (breadth of experience)?: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

It's highly unlikely she remembers anything relevant, however.

With a disgusted face Fredrik hides his holy symbol inside his black robes before being teleported. No use being arrested on sight I suppose.

At the empty village he advances with the group staying on the second roll. Should we start knocking on doors?

Roland nods at Fredricks comments as he keeps his symbol of Desna under his armor as well.

"Aye, we could knock...unless zhere is anyone coming to greet us ."

Perception : 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29 looking for suspicious activity

Hm, I guess we will be resourceful, but you may not like my version of resourceful.

250gp of diamond dust for stoneskin. That is all I can think of, so I am good to go.

Bash, I replied in the Discussion thread with a suggested shopping list and an issue with your level 10 feat.

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Magna knows that Geb is ruled by the undead, and they keep humans (and other races) around as a sort of 'livestock' for their unholy appetites. The nation of Geb has been at war with the nation of Nex for centuries. The Mana Wastes are a result of the warfare between the ruling wizards. All kinds of weird, twisted life forms call the area home these days.

Feel free to move your own tokens on the map. And I'm going to apologize in advance for forgetting to include the effects of any enchantments you have up. I will try to keep them all in mind, but don't be afraid to point out anything I've overlooked.

Nothing stirs in the town until the group reaches the central fountain. As you start to enter the square, several human shaped figures, dressed in chainmail and equipped with scimitars and shields, jump out of the shadows and advance upon the group. From one of the buildings to the east, a large creature that appears to be a cross between a skeleton and an insect moves into the square.

Round 1
1st: Ruprecht, Magna
2nd: Golgrotham
3rd: Gerdur, Roland, Fredrik, Friedel, Bash
4th: Defenders

Ruprecht and Magna are up! Feel free to post in any order. I will do a recap post that puts everything in proper sequence. I will adjust targets as the fight progresses (if you say 'Attack A' but he's dead by your turn, I will move the attack to B).

"Well now," Magna says calmly as armed individals step out from the building, as well as that-- thing.

I'd like to try a kn check to identify the skellysect, but I'm not sure what KN skill it would be, so:

Knowledge flat roll: 1d20 ⇒ 4 (Bleh. Well, that'd be a 15 for KN: Nature, and a 14 for KN: Dungeoneering, and none of others would break 10 or be relevant.

"We're not here to harm the folk of this village," she says matter-of-factly, "so if you're just defending your home and unleashing terrible beasts in the process, best you call it off. Because if you are lookin' for a fight, I reckon we can give you one."

One relevant question before I actually post action: does the insect-skeleton thing have wings/is it hovering or anything, or on the ground?

Knowledge(planes) would be the correct roll. And yes, it is hovering at about the height of the building roof it is next to.

Glad I asked! No pits for you, Mr Flyer.

After her words, Magna gestures with her un-shield-bearing arm, muttering words; water coalesces out of the parched, dry landscape, and congeals around one of the armed figures.

Then, Magna takes a small step up to the old fountain's edge. (5-ft forward, just trying to give as much room possible for Benzyl. Casting Aqueous Orb on Yellow Target.

DC 21 Reflex save for Yellow or take 2d6 ⇒ (2, 6) = 8 NL damage. If he fails this save, he must make a second save or he will be engulfed and carried along by the orb. Then Magna will use her move action to direct the orb 30' feet towards Red; I tried to show this on the map, hope it's not too confusing. She won't be able to reach Red with it on this turn, though, because of diagonals *shakes fist*.

"Now that water's just going to bruise your friend up a bit, but it won't really hurt him," Magna says. "So it's not too late to calm down. Nobody's done anything they'll regret, yet."

Are of these adversaries undead?
K. Religion: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

Ru moves to the square just south of Magna's current position, and grabs a flask from his belt, shakes it, and throws it at the skeleton insect beast. Acid erupts form the bomb as it sails toward the creature.

If it is corporeal undead, I do more damage, so I guess, if I hit I will roll my damage as if it is and then again as if it isn't.

Ranged touch attack with PBS 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21

Acid Damage if corporeal undead 4d8 + 6 ⇒ (3, 1, 2, 6) + 6 = 18

Acid Damage if not undead or construct 4d4 + 6 ⇒ (2, 2, 1, 4) + 6 = 15

Keep in mind the squares are 10 ft each. You're not within PBS range, Ru, unless you move. (It messed me up too on my count before I remembered.)

Ah dammit, 10' squares! I'll edit my post. Thanks...

Also...

K. Planes: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

The large enemy is a bone devil, which are generally the torturers of devil-kind. They have a variety of defenses, including immunity to fire and poison, and spell resistance. The other enemies are some form of undead, but Fredrick isn't able to recall any specifics about them.

Ruprecht throws his bomb at the devil, hitting it square in the chest. It splashes over the thing, but does not seem to damage it as much as one would expect.(acid resistance)

Magna summons a large globe of water from the parched landscape, and launches it at one of the humanoids. The large glob of water splashes over the intended target, but does not seem to have any effect on it. It continues its advance towards the party.

Magna, as I read the spell, you have to take damage in order to make the second check or be swept up in the orb. Since these guys are undead, they aren't subject to non-lethal damage, and so don't have to make the second check.

The large creature starts chanting in a sibilant language.

Round 1
1st: Ruprecht, Magna
2nd: Golgrotham
3rd: Gerdur, Roland, Fredrik, Friedel, Bash
4th: Defenders

Rest of the party is up!

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

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Planes: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Religion: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

Friedel spurs her steed on to attack in an attempt to disrupt the spell, while calling on Aroden for strength for the battle.

Swift action to command Benzyl to attack the large creature. Standard action cast divine power on myself.

Gore: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (19) + 13 = 32
Damage: 3d6 + 9 ⇒ (4, 5, 6) + 9 = 24

Roland, you may want to hop off before you start shooting, since you're threatened anywhere on my mount.

Roland will climb down from the huge elk and call forth a holy blessing into his bow.

Zhese are definitely not zhe welcoming citizens we would have hoped to find."

Howling and gibbering with rage, Gerdur sudden begins glowing with a faint light and charges the northernmost foe! Attack vs Mister Pink: 1d20 + 16 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 16 + 2 = 28 for 1d10 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13 damage (plus 1d6 ⇒ 5 more if it's an evil outsider!)

In the name of the Lady cast you back to hell. Be gone!

Fredrik casts dismissal at the bone devil. Will DC 18

Gerdur charges the enemy to the north, landing a solid blow against his foe. Roland dismounts and prepares his bow for the coming fight. Fredrik casts a spell, attempting to banish the devil back to its home plane. Friedel casts a spell to augment her attacks, and commands her mount to charge. The giant elk is able to catch the devil with its antlers, causing a significant wound, and disrupting its casting.

@Fredrik: I made the Will save this time, so it's a moot point. But the devil has spell resistance, so the next time you (or anyone, for that matter) casts a spell at it, include a caster level check.

Round 1
1st: Ruprecht, Magna
2nd: Golgrotham
3rd: Gerdur, Roland, Fredrik, Friedel, Bash
4th: Defenders

Bash is up!

Chasik, moves forward, drawing his magical silvered warhammer as he goes. He makes a tight grip, ad gets ready to smash the first enemy that steps up to meet him in battle.

readied attack at first enemy.

Power Attack, Vital Strike, AC 27: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (8) + 14 = 22
damage?: 2d8 + 3 + 6 ⇒ (1, 3) + 3 + 6 = 13

One of the undead moves in towards Bash. He lands a solid blow on the creature's arm.

The undead humanoids then move forward and engage the party. One is able to land a blow on Gerdur, while a second one manages to slice into Benzyl's leg.

Scimitar@Gerdur, AC16: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22
Damage: 1d6 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

Scimitar@Bash, AC27: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

Green Scimitar@Benzyl, AC26: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

Green Scimitar@Benzyl, AC26: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
Damage: 1d6 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

Confirm Crit, AC26: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

Round 2
1st: Ruprecht, Magna
2nd: Golgrotham
3rd: Gerdur, Roland, Fredrik, Friedel, Bash
4th: Defenders

Ruprecht and Magna are up!

Ru, seeing the purple enemy closing in on him, tosses yet another acid bomb. He felt even better about his decision, seeing how well the acid burned the undead.

Point Blank Ranged Touch Attack 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 12 = 20

Damage against Undead 4d8 + 6 ⇒ (7, 1, 4, 3) + 6 = 21

After throwing the vial, Ru moves 30' due left, keeping distance in between he and the undead.

If someone could move me on the map, that would be great. Thanks.

"Well, damn," Magna mutters as it is pointed out by her colleagues that the armored figures are all undead. So much for her attempt to do it "nicely." She surveys the battlefield a moment, then strides thirty feet towards the buildings, squinting at one of the undead and the bony abomination. She shouts and gestures, and frigid rocks blast forth from her hand, striking one of the undead and the skeletal creature.

Move action - move 30' to the bottom of the map
Standard: cast Flurry of Snowballs, angled to hit Green Undead and the bone devil. Conjuration spell, so no SR check required.

DC 20 Reflex for half: 4d6 ⇒ (5, 3, 6, 1) = 15 Cold damage

"Shout at me if anyone gets too banged up!" Magna yells at the group.

(I moved Ruprecht)

Benzyl has DR 5/ Evil. Let me know if anything bypasses that.

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@Friedel: Everything in this scenario is evil. So any attacks that land will bypass the DR.

Ruprecht's attack lands squarely in the chest of his opponent. The acid dissolves away much of the flesh from the creature's arms and chest. Magna fires off a flurry of snowballs at the devil and one of the undead, but they don't seem to have any effect on her opponents.

Reflex, DC20: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28

The undead are immune to cold. The devil has resist cold, which, with the reflex save, dissipates all the damage.

The devil mutters a sharp phrase, and suddenly disappears. Though it is no longer visible, a steady stream of chanting can be heard moving towards the northwest. Suddenly, a large sheet of ice springs up from the desert floor, cutting Bash and Gerdur off from the rest of the party! Blue line on the map.

Round 2
1st: Ruprecht, Magna
2nd: Golgrotham
3rd: Gerdur, Roland, Fredrik, Friedel, Bash
4th: Defenders

The rest of the crew is up!

*facepalm* I'm.... gonna justify that as Magna having failed her roll to id undead, and not as a complete memory lapse on my own part re: undead immunities. >__> Sigh. Head in the game, self, head in the game.

Spellcraft 1: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12
Spellcraft 2: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28

Magna's eyes follow the sound of chanting, even if she can't see it. "Wall of ice," she mutters darkly. "Divide and conquer, eh, is that how you work, Mr. Can't-See-You-Anymore..."

Aye Magna, zhat was not very sporting of zhe devil to just leave like zhat!

Roland takes a second to try and spot signs the devilish caster, if it reappeared after the wall of ice.
perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16

Roland has EO as favored enemy so prefers to shoot the devil if visible. Otherwise, using improved precise if needed to shoot undead

"Very well, keep hiding or just run away while we finish your friends

Otherwise, he picks one of the closest (green) undead and will fire a volley of holy arrows.

Roland-1 +1 Ad darkwood comp bow, PB, Rapid: 1d20 + 13 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 13 + 1 - 2 = 22
for dmg,holy: 1d8 + 5 + 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (6) + 5 + 1 + (3) = 15
manyshot: 1d8 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 5 + 1 = 14

Roland-2 +1 Ad darkwood comp bow, PB, Rapid: 1d20 + 13 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 13 + 1 - 2 = 13
for dmg,holy: 1d8 + 5 + 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (5) + 5 + 1 + (2) = 13
Roland-3 +1 Ad darkwood comp bow, PB, Rapid: 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 8 + 1 - 2 = 26
for dmg,holy: 1d8 + 5 + 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (8) + 5 + 1 + (5) = 19

Fredrik also starts his own chanting.
Oh Lady of Graves, help your servants in their righteous work...

Casts bless on the party and starts sermonic performance, works like inspire courage: +2 to attks and dmg rolls. Both together= +3 to attk rolls and +2 to dmg.

Chasik, smirks as he feels the cold wall of ice materialize out of thin air behind him, blocking any sort of escape he might think.

Hmph, have it your way you ugly bastard! Bring it!!

Chasik, takes two powerful swings at the creature before him.

PA, IC, swing 1: 1d20 + 14 - 3 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 14 - 3 + 3 = 30 for silver bludgeon: 1d8 + 3 + 1 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 3 + 1 + 3 + 2 = 17

PA, IC, swing 2: 1d20 + 14 - 3 + 3 - 5 ⇒ (8) + 14 - 3 + 3 - 5 = 17 for silver bludgeon: 1d8 + 3 + 1 + 3 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 3 + 1 + 3 + 2 + 2 = 14

FYI:

Some monsters are vulnerable to good-, evil-, chaotic-, or lawful-aligned weapons, such as from an align weapon spell or the holy magical weapon property. A creature with an alignment subtype (chaotic, evil, good, or lawful) can overcome this type of damage reduction with its natural weapons and weapons it wields as if the weapons or natural weapons had an alignment (or alignments) that matched the subtype(s) of the creature.

Unless those undead have the [evil] subtype or have specifically evil-aligned weapons, it doesn't bypass.

Friedel casts a spell to reveal the hidden bone devil, trying to avoid attacks as she does. Mnemonic Vestment to cast Invisibility Purge defensively

Concentration: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (20) + 16 = 36 vs. DC 21

Anything within 50 feet is now visible.

Benzyl starts attacking the blue devil (with PA).

EDIT: Spell Pen for Bless: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
Adding Bless and Inspire

Gore: 1d20 + 11 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 11 + 3 = 26
Damage: 3d6 + 13 + 2 ⇒ (2, 1, 5) + 13 + 2 = 23
Hoof: 1d20 + 9 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 9 + 3 = 21
Damage: 1d6 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 2 = 9
Hoof: 1d20 + 9 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 9 + 3 = 24
Damage: 1d6 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 6 + 2 = 12

Gerdur smiles as the blow lands, his face scornful. He snarls a wordless noise of derision and hatred and hammers the foe with his earthbreaker!

HP 140/154

Earthbreaker, Power attacking, counts as good vs evil outsiders!: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 17 for 1d10 + 20 ⇒ (9) + 20 = 29 damage!
Earthbreaker, Power attacking, counts as good vs evil outsiders!: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27 for 1d10 + 20 ⇒ (6) + 20 = 26 damage!