PFS: The Prince of Augustana T2 (Inactive)

Game Master nightdeath

Taking a cautious step back, Thracius hurls their drawn Acid Flask at the creeping swarm with a gasp of shock.

Acid vs touch: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16 for acid damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2 x1.5

Miss roll: 1d8 ⇒ 4

The Wizard then draws another vial.

Gaeldrung retreats before the swarm. I can't do much against that. he warns.

I actually don't have much space to place my swarm due to the map being so small for this particular encounter.

Round 1
Mun of Ashava
Thracius
Spider Swarm
Gaeldrung
Gray Son
Yanabuchi Kasumi

Bold is up

Both Mun and Thracius's throw are on target dissipating the swarm size significantly. The now reduced swarm heads for the closest. Gaeldrung!
1d5 ⇒ 3
Damage 1d6 ⇒ 4
Poison. Fort Save DC 11 or 1d2 ⇒ 1 str damage
Distraction Fort Save DC 11

fort dc 11: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7

Gaeldrung yells in frustration as the swarm crawls all over him. He smacks and swipes to no effect. His curses don't do much good either.
Burn them! he yells.

Kasumi moves back down the path we came frim to put some distance between herself and the swarm, then reaches into her pack and draws an alchemists' fire flask. Even if she had time to throw it, though, she'd hesitate, still mindful of Thracius' warning about flammable gasses.

And me without any alchemist fire or acid says the monk as he tries to avoid the swarms as well as keep out of people who can hurt it's way.

Did we get any o ther alchemical items?

Mun picked up the remainder of what was unclaimed from the makeshift alchemist's lab; what's left is shown on his alias under "Campaign Gear." It would take actions to get any of that into your hands at this point, of course.

Round 2
Mun of Ashava
Thracius
Spider Swarm
Gaeldrung
Gray Son
Yanabuchi Kasumi
Bold is up.

Yells and grunts are the order of the day as Gaeldrung beats a rather undignified retreat with spiders hanging off his body. Wise to the fact that he has nothing to deal with the swarm, Gaeldrung trust in his companions is steadfast.

Yanabuchi Kasumi draws a fiery concoction sealed in a tiny fglass bottle. Does she throw it?
It remains to be seen................

Mun withdraws the remaining flask of acid from the makeshift alchemist's lab, and targets the central mass of the swarm.

Ranged touch: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11
Damage, acid: 1d6 ⇒ 1 (1 point splash damage for neighboring squares)
1d8 ⇒ 8

While weighing the flask in her hand and wondering if she should risk an explosion in the hope of saving Gaeldrung, Kasumi is struck by an idea. "Hey, Thracius, when did you start smelling that gas stuff? Is there a safe place to use fire if we can lure these things back down the passage?"

Round 2
Mun of Ashava
Thracius
Spider Swarm
Gaeldrung
Gray Son
Yanabuchi Kasumi
Bold is up.

Mun's throw despite being rather shaky hits the swarm though the effect on it can't be seen properly, there could be a tiny bit of them dropping off.

Looking at the flask in her hands seems to have given Kasumi an idea, one that she seeks to clarify with Thracius.

Thracius looks concerned for a moment and shakes their head. "Down that passage I am sure, but that is not to say other places suffer the same..." he replies, straining to be heard over the din of fighting. Weighing up another flask of acid he hurls it at the swarm.

acid: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22 for splash damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Round 2
Mun of Ashava
Thracius
Spider Swarm 5/9
Gaeldrung
Gray Son
Yanabuchi Kasumi
Bold is up.

Thracius's throw is true! THe acid splashes and it's clear that throw hurts the swarm!. Unfortunately, this means the swarm goes after him instead!

Swarm Ye!!! 1d6 ⇒ 5
Poison Fort Save DC 11 or take 1d2 ⇒ 2 str dmg
Distraction Fort Save DC 11 or be ermmm ddistracted. i.e neusated.

Gaeldrung falls back some more, eagre to have some distance between him and the biting bugs.

"Quick, lure them this way and we should be able to finish them off with alchemist's fire!", shouts Kasumi, heading back down the passage from which the group had come. She moves 30 ft., then reaches into her pouch to draw a second flask of alchemist's fire and gets ready to hand it to someone who needs it. She looks ready to continue in the same direction (I'm assuming 30 ft. may not be enough - hopefully Thracius can tell us when we're clear of the gasses).

fort, distraction: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
fort, posion: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Calling out as the spider's swarm about him, Thracius is in shock from the biting creatures and he moves slowly, unable to focus on much else that the horde.

The monk will fight full defense.

Round 3
Mun of Ashava
Thracius
Spider Swarm 5/9
Gaeldrung
Gray Son
Yanabuchi Kasumi
Bold is up. Abit of botting done here...My apologies.

Everyone moves out of the area with Grey son taking up a defensive stance to guard the rear. Thracius hobbles out with dificulty while Gaeldrung sprints!

Kasumi makes her throw.

Time seems to have stalled as the flask arcs slowly.....too slowly to crash against the swarm and the contents exposed. A moment ticks and the world explodes in a shimmering hot flame that washes over everyone and everything with its heat!

Flask, tossed by Kasumi or someone else who takes it from her. 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 181d6 ⇒ 4
Flame! 2d6 ⇒ (5, 5) = 10
Swarm Reflex 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Combat over

As quickly as the flame ignited, it goes out just as quickly though it leaves the place with burning stench. As for the Swarm, nothing but ashes remain and even that swirls away as your footsteps displaces it.

Mun looks around after the flame dies away, and is a little surprised to see everyone standing. He checks his shirt and brushes off some lingering ash and cinder. "Well, that seems to have worked. Is everyone okay?"

Shielding his face from the backwash of heat from Kasumi's hurled flask and the spiders burn to fine ash. Thracius sighs in genuine anguish at the necessary death of the natural creatures he turns to his elven kinsman.

"I...I am fine, I am glad there were no gas pockets further down..." he says meekly.

The monk nods his head in approval of the action and to indicate that he is okay.

Kasumi is taken aback by the force of the explosion, but recovers her composure. Pocketing the remaining alchemist's fire, she states, "Whew ... I guess I'm ready to continue."

Gaeldrung returns to the front to have a vengeful kick at the dust. I hate swarms. Let's get going.

Travel the sewers seems awefully quiet but expected given the recent loud explosion.

The party soon reach another intersection where a minor sewer line flows into the main line from the south. Graffiti covers much of the walls here, most of it simple drawings. Prominent among them is a large stylized drawing of a wyvern in shiny gray paint (signifying that the Steel Wyvern’s claim this territory). Also among them is an image of a skull crawling with bugs and an arrow pointing back to the west (a warning about the dangerous insects at the previous junction), and a representation of a beggar’s bowl holding a coin and a key with an arrow pointing to the south. Underneath the picture of the bowl is the word “Almsman.”

The maonk inquires is there are any more alchemist fires available.

"I've got one more alchemist's fire, and I think Mun has another four or five he took from the alchemist's lab. Not sure 'bout anyone else." replies Kasumi.

Looking at the markings scrawled on the wall, Kasumi remarks, "Sure looks like we should be headed south. Maybe have an offering of coins ready for any beggars we encounter, too."

The monk will ask for 2 flasks if they can be spared and agrees a few coppers might come in handy .

Mun removes 2 flasks of Alchemist's Fire from the gear he took from the Alchemist's Lab at the sewer entrance, and hands them to Gray Son.

List updated, under "Campaign Gear" in my profile.

"If we're set, then we should head towards these beggars." Mun makes ready to head that way, positioning himself towards the middle of the marching order so that he's in position to use his longspear if there are any threats.

If you like, I might be able to go ahead and recoinnoiter offers the monk.

"Well, I'd hate to stumble into a trap set by the Wyverns, so if you're confident you can stay out of sight, go for it. If you go, though, take the thunderstone that we found earlier - use it if you get in trouble and we'll come running." says Kasumi. "How far behind do you want us to follow?"

Let me take a look at the map before I respond

I would say like 40' feet away says the monk as he grabs the thunderstone.

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6 perception
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22 sneaky

What's the lighting situation like in this section of the tunnels? If we need to supply our own light, I'm thinking 40 ft. is probably too close for scouting purposes. Mun, Thracius, and myself all have low-light vision (if I'm reading Gaeldrung's profile correctly, he traded out darkvision for more skill ranks).

Tunnels are dimly lited with ocassional darkness but for general purpose of the game unless otherwise stated, the Tunnels are good for low light vision characters.

Ahead a faint light glimmers in the dark. Slowly it resolves into a crude lantern held by a toothless old beggar who holds a chair leg in his other hand. Beside him stands a scrawny youth, similarly armed but obviously terrified. Behind the two derelicts is an open door bearing the symbol of the beggar’s bowl, coin, and key.

“If yer intentions be peaceful, Abadar makes you welcome.” he eyes you warily as he speaks.

Gaeldrung emerges from the darkness at a slow walk. His crowned helm glistens in concert with the blade of his ax in the flickering light and his armor creeks ominously.
Will you fight? He asks.

Following quietly along the Tunnel, Thracius looks down at the soft leather boots they wore for the occasion, ruined by the muck of the place and wishing they could for once adventure in the soft plains or woodlands instead of noisy cities and their awful cesspits. Keeping an eye on the scouting Monk, the wizard is relieved when they make it to the Almsmen's unmolested.

Religion: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

He is shocked at Gaeldrung's challenge and takes a step back, unsure what to do. Pushing back the initial rush of fear, he realises it is a test of faith for the Half-orc and leaves it be.

Gaeldrung's ominious appearance and his challenge is more than the two men can take as they drop their 'weapons' and flee! Their screams shockingly loud, echoing through the chambers.

The doors remain as they are, awaiting an entrance.

Gaeldrung spits to the side in disgust. Normally he would chase down such gutless vermin, but he has a task to complete that takes priority. He proceeds through the door.

Was there any reason for me to sneak ahead?

There is always a reason to sneak ahead. If they were more threatening I probably would have gone about that differently.

A well armed group comes across two poorly armed men and you expected them to take a stand? They were already terrified. lol You're Sauron coming foward to speak to two commoners.

Beyond the door, a short flight of steps leads up into what appears to be the basement crypt of a church of Abadar. Perhaps two dozen beggars huddle among sarcophagi, some sleeping, some haggling over bits of junk or scraps of food laid out on blankets.

A tall man in clean robes wearing a plain copper mask walks among them. Turning to all of you coolly and says, “If you respect this sanctuary, I offer you what sanctuary I can. Otherwise, begone!”

Mun steps forward and attempts to smooth the group's first impression.

"We can certainly respect this sanctuary. Though we come well-armed, that is only because of the gangs in the sewers; we needed to ensure that we reached this location safely."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 22

"We seek an audience with the Almsman. Are you he? A colleague has fallen onto hard times and perhaps deep trouble. We believe the Almsman can help us understand the mystery surrounding this man."

Eyes wide as the unprepared beggars tear away from Gaeldrung, Thracius meekly follows the others into the Almsman's sanctuary, looking around the worst of humanity with a look of profound sadness. It reminded him of the refugees fleeing their homes following Violent attacks from the Demonkin of the Treerazer. Silently he opens his packs and holds out his rations as a show of peace.

"I am the Almsman and What aid I can provide you I shall do so......at a price." he says the last with some sadness.

"Times have being hard due to all these sewer gangs and the poor and homeless has had less to survive on these recent months. Far far less."

So you need some gangs disposed of. That is your price? Gaeldrung asks.

The monk will offer a silver piece.

Thracius listens to the Almsman's explanation with sadness, expecting little else from the faithful of Abadar the wizard nods at Gaeldrung's assessment of the situation, sure that will be the price.

"Why would the gangs target the destitute?" he asks in usual quiet tone, "Surely there is nothing to be gained from harrassing these poor souls?"

"Ahh but here the beggers together are a work force. It isn't much but I assigned them areas for them to collect their alms and then the collective redistributed to everyone here so that everyone has enough to eat and for medicine. Those who are far more able bodied take up odd jobs and contribute but unfortunately, the Steel wyverns have decided that taking the hard earned gains from these people is far better. I have tried to organise a resistance but as you can see, we are far far from ready to hold our own. In two hours they'll visit again and this time they intend to help themselves to the temple's coffers as well. Would you help?"

Gaeldrung asks again, Will you fight?
The priest probably knows of the intent behind the question automatically; that Gaeldrung is testing their will, not their ability.

"I've being fighting all these time but lack the body to do so." replies the Almsman gazing at the burly Half orc.