PF Shackled City SCAP
Game Master Freddy Honeycutt

"Canvy before you spring that pit realise that these legs were not built for jumping. There has to be a way to jam it or expose the trip plate. Let me look a little longer"

KK:

Canvy stops his way of finding the trap and waits for the old gnome to find what he's looking for.

Erine shrugs, as the elemental blinks out of existence on the other side of the wall.

Terran before the elemental winks out of existance

terran

"Hm. There's a...lever behind the wall. Pity the spell just expired...we need to get in there somehow."

Edrukk eyes the arrow slits and the two gnomes, sizing them up. Any chance one of them might be able to squeeze through?

Everyone notes the holes are too small to squeeze through without some magic of some sort.

Darkvision

"Canvy, lad. Can ye reach 'at lever wit' yer haft-blade, 'ere?"

"I can have a go, unless anyone is good with a rope? But let me see if I can do it first." smiles Canvy.

Masterwork Ranseur 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19 assuming you'll need an attack roll to hit the lever and make it change from one position to another.

Broccan sets down his pack, rummages through it, and retrieves the grappling hook and silk rope.

"Will this 'elp? Might be bet'r 'n try'n t' stabbit."

Canvy shoves the lever all the way back.

The pit opens in the floor at the intersection of the T.

"C'n we climb down 'n back up like we did last time? 'r mebbe some'un c'n hop across 't th' corner 'ere 'n get around t' the lever."

The pit trap is 20 feet deep, and has no other features other than smooth walls.

"Broccan, can ye hook the lever and pull the cover closed on the pit?"

Broccan secures the rope to the end of the hook, the moves to the arrow slit nearest the lever.

"I'll give'ta go, sir."

Ranged attack with hook: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

"Damn annoying, but at last we can help one another through this one, these's nothing sharp down there."

After a few tries Broccan gets the lever and pulls it all the way forwards, the pit closes.

perception
DC 15

Perception 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

"'at should do 't." The dwarf steps carefully onto the lid of the pit. "One 't a time, lads, 'ere t' next?"

"I will." Minniwick will trot across

Canvy takes the rear, "I'll cover your backs" when everyone's across, Canvy follows.

"Mast'r Minn'wick, if you check these big doors, I'll open ' em."

The doors open into the large chamber. 16

The edges of this huge room fade into darkness. Several large worktables covered with bits and pieces of scrap metal stand in the center of the room. Somewhere from the depths of the room, strange skittering sounds echo off the unseen walls.

Broccan enters and scans the area for trouble, relying on the power of the earring given to him by the elf princess to pierce the darkness.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Perception 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8 +2 if stonecunning applies

Joining his friends as they enter and stare into the cavern, Canvy peers into the darkness, trying to make out the sources of the sounds.

Perception 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

Stealth 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13

Canvy thought for certain on the far side of the room he saw something lurking in a darkened corner, but it is too far away to be certain.

The scraps of metal and tools laid about on the tables is fairly interesting.

Erine hesitantly enters the room, and makes her way over to the tables. She begins going over the scraps, looking for anything useful.
Appraise: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Erine is certain the scraps and tools are valuable in and of themselves

Masterwork tools 800 Gold

Examination of metal and tools
Knowledge arcane DC 15

Erine is certain the scraps and tools are valuable in and of themselves

Masterwork tools 800 Gold

Examination of metal and tools
Knowledge arcane DC 15
** spoiler omitted **
DC 25
** spoiler omitted **

"These are pretty valuable tools. I-it looks like somebody was building some sort of magic item involving abjuration, conjuration and n-necromancy. Wh-whoever it was, they had skill."

Edrukk follows the gnome to the table. He mutters, "Wha' d'ye 'ave 'ere, lass?"

Knowledge Arcana aid another 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

ninja'd - at least I tried, right?

Canvy continues past the tools, slowly looking into the darkness from which the sounds have come. He holds his polearm ready to counter any attack or charge from the blackness.

Canvy needs a fresh perception check.

Canvy squints ...

Perception 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 has darkvision.

Edit: And almost totally oblivious to anything.

Out of the dark edges of the room a large strange looking toad of a creature .....

Dungeoneering DC 15 or knowledge planes DC 12

planes knowledge DC 16

The thing looks extremely pathetic to you as it cringes in upon itself.
......WIll saves DC 15

Knowledge (dungeoneering): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18

Will Save: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 (+1 more if a fear effect)

Curse you, DICE-ROLLERRRRRR!!!

I lack training in those knowledge skills, so no help there.

Will save 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13 +2 racial bonus if it is a spell or spell-like ability

Knowledge (planes): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22
Will save: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
"M-m-mud slaad! Chaos creature!"

Canvy's mind fights the creatures will, but its a loosing battle.

Will Save 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Minniwick?

Will save1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Perception1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13
Kn Planes1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

"Mud Slide..salad..slaad? Never heard of them, are they dangerous?""

The creature continues to be non-aggressive and shaking nervously!

"P-pretty dangerous. H-hard to kill. They...they h-heal."

"The frogs grow big down here don't they?" says Canvy making one step gingerly forward, before retreating again. "It's not doing any harm, best leave it alone. What were you saying about those things you just found Erine." though his words do little to hide the confusion going on in his mind.

Oi! You, frog- o! Are y' wi th' fellas tha' wur jus' shoot'n attus? If no, c'n y' tell us where they went 'r if they have friends about?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (5) - 2 = 3

Do you know what language they speak?

The frog thing pays no attention to you gathering up the tools and materials.

Minniwick spots a few thin rods of admantium on one of the tables, could be made into arrows or bolts, etc, in time....about 20 or either...

laid up off my feet and on meds....

"Pha!" Th' damn frog's no' tell'n us anne thin. We bes' search th' area."

Broccan moves into the darkened edges of the room, starting in the upper right and moving left and then down.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

Do you know what language they speak?

Minniwick guesses the creatures speak their own language and possibly some other language(s) as well.