[PFS] Race For The Runecarved Key, Tier 3-4 - GM Ewok (Inactive)

Game Master EwokBanshee

Reaper Will: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Unphased by sounds, Reaper holds up his flail. Uncertain on what it is, but seeing that it is at least incorporeal, he swings it down to the ground as a burst of positive energy emanates from the Oread. "Begone fowl death"

Fervor to Channel Energy to Harm Undead

Fervor Damage: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 2) = 3 DC 15 Will for half

It seems Torag is busy elsewhere

will: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Grey stands motionless and quiet.

will: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18
knowledge religion?: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

Not knowing how to channel yet, pazacku pulls his only source of positive energy, his wand of cure light wounds.

He activates it holding the charge, moves towards the spectral figure. He then presses the charge into the beast.

touch: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14
damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8 DC 11 will for half

will: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

Lucy looks to Grey for instruction, seeing her human quiet was a somewhat unnerving too her. He was never ever really quiet, even in the dark when he was drooling on himself he managed to sound like a batch of newborn piglets.

Lucy decides its best to remind her human why they are here and begins headbutting Grey's leg with increasing intensity.

This probably pushes the limits of actions of a animal companion can take on its own free will. Feel free to use your almighty powers to wave it away.

On the one hand, the rules would probably say Lucy should attack the enemy. On the other hand, I could totally see a companion animal doing this. I'm going with the ol' 50-50 die roll.

10+, she wakes you : 1d20 ⇒ 3

RIP. You can try again next round.

Vogue and Grey stare at the creature, dumbfounded by it's appearance and visibly shaken by it's moaning.

Reaper and Pazacku are both surprised by the creature. It is unlike anything they have seen before, though it is obviously an incorporeal undead. Reaper, clutching his holy symbol of Torag, asks for divine intervention.

Will Save : 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 4 + 2 = 25

Unfortunately, Torag must be at his anvil for he is not with Reaper. The ghostly figure shrugs off the holy light, continuing to moan.

Will Save : 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 4 + 2 = 16

It seems this must be some bastion of evil. When Pazacku approaches the shadowy figure, it screeches when touched with the light. However, it resists much of the holy power.

Meanwhile, Lucy sits and stares at her master. Grey... wake up...

 The PCs in bold may act. Anyone, in bold, who does not act within 24 hours will be botted, for sake of time.

Bennybeck

Grey (Fascinated for 4 rounds.)

Pazacku

Vogue (Fascinated for 4 rounds.)

Reaper

Foe -6

I won't have time to make a full post later, so I'm a couple hours early. Finga and Benny, please take two turns.

The ghost floats slowly towards the door. As it passes Pazacku, it reaches out a slender, purple, hand.

Bad Touch: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Despite his weighty armor, Pazacku manages to dodge the slowly moving hand. A shiver goes down your spine as you imagine what that unholy touch could have done. The spirit continues to babble in an incoherent flood of syllables.

The PCs in bold may act. Anyone, in bold, who does not act within 24 hours will be botted, for sake of time.

Foe -6

Fingalad closes with the creature, pulling out a massive hammer as he comes. The hammer begins to glow as Fingalad whispers to it before he raises it and swings hard at the ghost.

Earth breaker, arcane pool: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 6 + 1 = 19 for bludgeoning, silvered, magic: 2d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (6, 5) + 4 + 1 = 16

Up close, Fingalad takes a moment to study the ghost and its movements a little more before swinging again.

Earth breaker, arcane pool, studied target: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 6 + 1 + 1 = 21 for bludgeoning, silvered, magic: 2d6 + 4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (2, 6) + 4 + 1 + 1 = 14

10+ it hits: 1d20 ⇒ 11

10+ it hits: 1d20 ⇒ 1

Fingalad, swinging twice, manages to connect with the shadowy figure once. His hammer tears away shreds of the apparition, leaving a hole where it's heart once was.

Foe- 16 dmg

I though Pathfinder Incorporeal was just 50% damage from magic but non-force/positive energy. It about the same but just checking

Reaper comes around to the side and just swings his flail.

Flail Power attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
Damage: 1d10 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14

+10 Lucy is a good girl: 1d20 ⇒ 3

Grey continues to be very statuesque figure, albeit a figure currently being headbutted by a boar.

Will 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Reaper, you're right! I got mixed up. Same result, in this case. But good to know!

Grey and Bennybeck sit there, listening to the haunting words. Lucy looks on, curious what game they are playing.

Meanwhile, Reaper manages to get in and connect with the frightening ghost. It's mumbles turn to screams of pain as more shadowy wisps are knocked from its being.

Foe-22 damage

Vogue continues to stare ahead, completely entranced yet oblivious to the life and death battle ensuing.

"Oh that's just what we call pillow talk, baby, that's all."

Pazacku activates and thrust his healing wand into the ghost.

attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 DC 11 will for half

Friendly reminder that you can shake your friends awake with a standard action.

Will Save: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 2 = 8

Pazacku reaches out again, piercing it's spectral form with the wand of healing. The holy light spreads across the body as the ghost's face echoes a silent scream. The murmuring continues...

It stops moving and turns to look at the Tengu. It reaches out it's hand once again.

Bad Touch: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

But the hand jerks back, afraid to touch the bearer of the wand!

The PCs in bold may act. Anyone, in bold, who does not act within 24 hours will be botted, for sake of time.

Foe -25

Fingalad stays focused on the ghost, swinging at it again.

Earth breaker, arcane pool, studied target: 1d20 + 6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 6 + 1 + 1 = 15 for bludgeoning, silvered, magic: 2d6 + 4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (6, 2) + 4 + 1 + 1 = 14

Reaper Continues his assault.

Flail Power attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
Damage: 1d10 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12

"Begone vile spirit"

Together, Fingalad and Reaper strike at the haunted spirit. When they connect, the whispering stops - replaced by a scream! The monster fades away, until the room is once again silent.

COMBAT OVER!

Nicely done! I assume you want to loot the rooms...

After waiting a bit to insure the silence is still there, Reaper looks around.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26

His engineering sense points out the hiding hole under the closet. As well as the cabinet.

"Any one a bit more profecient with the subtle art of opening"

Stowing the wand back in the robes of his clerics vestments, he looks over to reaper, "That would not be me, I do not excel in thievery techniques."

All for getting the items, just trying to play my character. You know honor above reproach. One of the domains for my diety is honor.

After a few more seconds, Vogue's eye focus and he surveys the room. "An apparition! I was entranced by it, wasn't I? It's gone now, defeated? Has anyone suffered any malign effects from contact with it?

I am he chirps up and tries to see if there are traps
1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 9 + 1 = 13

If not then he tries to pic the lock
Disable 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16

Hehehe poor Perception roll for the win.

Bennybeck takes a close look at the large chest. Seeing nothing out if the ordinary, he goes to pick the lock. As he touches the box, a secret compartment spits out a yellow paste at the halfling thief!

SPIT! (Touch): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Ah... lucky...

Luckily for Bennybeck, he manages to dodge the poisonous filth. It sizzles and smokes once it hits the floor.

Inside the small box is 1000 GP and the larger box holds 3000! That should be enough for the Venture Captain!

The group grabs the cash and heads back to the mansion. Venture Captain Sheila greets you with open arms. "Ah, you found it! Excellent! And, with interest! Did you have any troubles? Why didn't she pay before? "

5 points!

"She was dead of old age, Venture Captain, and her spirit remained as a ghost,"explains Vogue. He then lets loose a great sigh of relief, "And thank the gods she was just a ghost! Oh, I was so worried but it all turned out alright. I so feared we would find a decrepit old crone and you all would make me 'take one for the team' to get the money. But it was just a simple ghost and I could not be more relieved!"

The vainglorious servant of Shelyn exhaustedly flops down in a chair. "It is such a burden being this attractive," he whispers hoarsely.

The Halfling is happy with himself

Ya, some of us actually had to work he replies to the half-elf's comment.

" Ah... well, I'm glad you didn't have to... ummm... sacrifice yourself, Vogue. That would have been... quite the sight. Thank you for returning the gold. That will help us in the auction. " She clears her throat. "Now, I'm afraid I have another task for you. This one closer to home. "

" I think we got lucky with our merchant friend, Falrig Sneve. He mentioned that he was trying to conserve funds for the auction, so we sent him an invitation to stay at Haruka House on the grounds of our manor. If you have yet to see it, Haruka House sits alone on the west side of the main house and is the most luxurious of the four Thassilonian cottages on the property. As far as I can tell, Sneve suspects us of no foul play. " She pauses and smiles. "  Still, we can’t have him mucking up the auction, can we? Thankfully, I doubt we have to do much. Ensure no actual harm comes to him, though, as such would refect poorly upon Heidmarch Manor and the Pathfnder Society. Rather, somehow trick him into believing the Runecarved Key is cursed and he should withdraw from the auction without any further urging. I would imagine some magical effects combined with some well placed comments would do the trick. " With that, she dismisses you.

Heading to the house on the other side of the property, you can see Falrig through the front windows. He is alone. The house looks very nice, like everything else of Sheila's.

Alright, what's the plan? The map is updated!

"Who spoke with Sneeve at the party?

Not I, said the little red hen the Halfling smiles.

"We never did manage to home in on Sneve before the ceremony was over, did we? Curses, we may have been able to garner a clue as to what makes him tick. Very well, we are Pathfinders, we will find a way to preservere," sighs Vogue as he rubs his chin.

"Our tastefully lovely and gracious venture captain mentioned he was a merchant, he's out to reign in overspending, and he accepted her offer to stay in a guest cottage here on her estate. From that last bit, I'd wager Sneve has a comfort level he is accustomed to. What else can we conjecture and extrapolate?"

"What might be the cause of his interest in the Runecarved Key?"

I Don't really have any ideas here...

"I think he was the one who did not like my joke."

Reaper thinks of some minor god that is good at cursing.

Knowledge {religion): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

"Maybe something with Torag and those that foraged the Key."

Linguistics: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

He composes the story as a Poem in Ancient Azlanti. "People like their proficies in Azlanti."

Azlanti is one of Reaper's Known languages

Then he sets to write it out as a copy from journal. From time to time while composing he looks at his flail, nods, and them makes some adjustments to the text. You hear him mutter.

Profession (scribe): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

He hands the completed parchment to Bennybeck. "Think you can sell this as a found document about the Key?"

I should be able to do so! he says with a grin.

"Isn't Thassilonian the ancient language associated with these Runelords and such?"

Grey sits back and lets the others due the scheming, occasionally chiming in with unhelpful suggestions.

"Does the curse mention the shriveling of manhood's? Because that is a sure fire way to get a blokes attention."

"No, but it does have a stigma and blight on the very soul and firey pain and torment to last seven generations upon seven generations. I usually find that carries more weight to the long lived races."

Reaper takes the delicate quill in his enormous hands and forges a masterpiece of a prophecy. If any of you could read Azlanti, it would surely chill you to the bone.

Alright, anything else to this plan? Or are we good to have Bennybeck get his Bluff and Diplomacy/Intimidate on? If so, go for it!

go for it

Vogue will solemnly and sagely stand beside Bennybeck while nodding at his every word while whispering prayers against the curse of the Key. And give him Bit of Luck with the occasional touch on the shoulder.

Pazacku stands behind everyone, trying not to ruin their plan. He keeps quiet, and does not make eye contact with the merchant.

The halfling goes to the man who is looking for the rare writing
[b[ Hello guv'nor [/b] he says. I have something that you might find of interest.
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18 diplomacy

1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23 diplomacy bit o luck

The nervous looking man approaches the door. You hear several locks being undone. Then, the door cracks open. The middle aged man peers out at you. "Your knock nearly scared me half to death! " His eyes flicker across the party. "Armed men at my door. This isn't about the cursed chalice, is it? " His face softens a little. "What do you have for me? Did Sheila send you with some more towels? "

One success! His is Friendly towards you now.

He nods.
This book looks to be in Azalanti and I think it talks about the runecarved key. Someone with your expertise and taste might like having this rare book in your collection

1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21 bo'l [/ooc]

This little guy isnt doing too bad.

" An artifact! " The gentleman claps his hands in excitement. " That is far preferable to new towels! Though, I still need those. By the way. " He grabs the parchment and begins perusing it. " Ah... yes! The Key! It says that it is... oh. Oh my. " His face goes grey. His hands shake, still holding the 'artifact with care. " Did you read this? It says the key is cursed! I recently bought a cursed artifact and... well, let's just say my love life has never been the same. " He looks at you all, trust in his eye. "Do you think this could be true? The key is cursed? "

it might be cursed or it might not. I think sometimes people say things are cursed even if they arent too keep nosey people from getting to them but if you had it in a collection, people probably would not want it because, you know, its CURSED he says.
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25 Diplomacy
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11 Diplomacy

The aging man begins to shake. "I couldn't do that... couldn't run the risk of carrying another cursed item. " He looks at Bennybeck with worried eyes. "Who wants to purchase artifacts from a merchant with that kind of a track record? Never mind my poor... " He looks down and shakes his head sadly. He shakes his head with an air of finality. " No. I will not be a part of this auction. Tell Sheila that I will no longer be needing those towels. I will be leaving this city at once. " Finally, he smiles. "Thank you for bringing this to me, young man. Quite kind. " With that, he closes the door.

Another success!

The group takes the short jaunt back to the mansion with a bounce in the step. Nothing like scaring a paranoid man to make you feel good about your job! ;)

Sheila greets you with a warm smile. "So, how did it go? Is he backing out, or will we have to take other measures? "

Fingalad smiles at the halfling as he nods in answer.