[PbP Gameday VI PFS] **Classic** Helikon´s Nightmarch of Kalkamedes (Inactive)

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The story starts in Magnimar, and your are summoned to the Varisian wilderness, in the secluded cabin of Kalkamedes to receive your orders from Sheila Heidmarch
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Venture-Captain Sheila Heidmarch glances out a window as the last wisps of twilight fade over the Fenwall Mountains.
Turning from the sight, she runs her hand along the rustic cabin's wall and stands beside an occupied wooden bed before addressing you.
"This," the venture captain says, gesturing to the man thrashing around violently, straining against the bonds that lash him securely to the bed, "is our colleague, Kalkamedes.
Every night for several weeks now, he has fallen into a deep slumber and tried to sleepwalk right out of his cottage. If not restrained, he marches straight north, eventually falling off a cliff or into a bog as if trying to get himself killed in an attempt to reach an unknown goal."
As though he were expressing disagreement, the man tied to the bed suddenly begins pumping his limbs even harder, the violent spasms threatening to smash the bed into splinters.
"There are those who have recently criticized the Pathfinders for our indifference to the plight of our fellow field agents. It's time to show that's not true. I want you to help Kalkamedes, whether he wants it or not. Several of our best spellcasters have attempted an extensive list of magical cures, but whatever sleepwalking curse or effect he's under tenaciously resists our efforts. All we can do is keep him safe."
Heidmarch pats him with a degree of professional affection, and Kalkamedes rewards her by trying to swat her with his head.
"Kalkamedes's friends are at their wits' end, so we are going to attempt the only thing that we have not tried: we're going to let him go tonight. That's where you come in. I want you to follow him and keep him safe and in one piece. Let him get to wherever his addled brain thinks he needs to go so badly. Maybe, just maybe, if he gets there, you can find a way to help him. Maybe you can determine who or what did this to him and find a way to undoit." Heidmarch pulls out a serrated knife.
"Now before I cut him free, does anyone have any questions or last minute preparations?"

Knowledge Local 15:

Kalkamedes is a veteran Pathfinder, though his fame does not extend beyond southern Varisia. Although he is now semi-retired and only forwards the occasional report
to the Decemvirate these days, his colleagues continue torespect him for his many prior accomplishments.

Knowledge Local 20:

Late in his career, Kalkamedes developed an interest in lore of the ancient runelords and the rare heroes who dared to oppose the runelords' tyranny. He relocated from
Absalom to Varisia for the chance to further his study.

Knowledge Local 25:

Early in his adventuring career, Kalkamedes swore the oaths to become a paladin and served as a staunch defender of the meek; however, years later he abruptly left his holy order. Few truly understood his decision.

Knowledge Local 30:

Kalkamedes was sometimes seen carrying a broken sword. Few but his closest friends know that it is actually a sentient blade, and it and Kalkamedes were inseparable.

Grand Lodge

Male Halfling Hunter/1; HP 10/10 | AC:18 t:15; ff:14 | Fort +4, Ref +8, Will +3; +2 vs fear | CMB +0; CMD 14 (10ff) | Spd 30 ft. | Init +4 | Perc +8; | Ride +8 | Stealth +12 | SensM +3 | Spells Used: Lvl1 2/2 | Animal Focus: Tiger (+2 Dex)| Conditions: None

A stout halfling steps forward and lowers his black hood revealing a full head of long blond hair and a slight kink in his nose (evidence of one of his early quarries that decided to fight back).

"so 'ow far 'as he managed to make it on 'is own?" Elfire states in a rather gruff and abrupt tone.

Dark Archive

Male Sylph | HP 6(+3 Familar) 9/9 | AC: 10, Tch: 10, FF: 10 | CMB: -2, CMD: 8 | F: +0, R: +0, W: +4 | Init: +0 | Perc: +3 | Sorcerer - Elemental Bloodline LVL 1 | Speed: 30FT. | Quaterstaff: Att. -2, Dmg: 1d6 -2 |
Spells:
LVL 0: Acid Splash, Jolt, Light, Mage Hand LVL1: Burning Hands*, Magic Missile

Knowledge:Local: 1d20 ⇒ 13

Listening to the halflings questions the 6' silver haired sylph stands up and walks over next to the bed, his blue robe gliding across the floor as if he were floating. His electric blue eyes just stare at the man on the bed. Gaylin wishes he would have read up more on the local area before coming. Any knowledge would've helped out. Lesson learned for next time. Adding his own question to the halflings, What time during the night does this start? And is it the same every night? Gaylin ask inquisitively.

Liberty's Edge

NG Male Halfling Cavalier (Ghost Rider) 1 | HP 3/12 | AC 18 T 14 FF 15 | F +5 R +4 W +1 (+2 vs. dominate, possession) | CMB/D +1/14 | Low-Light, Perc +6 SM +0 | Init +5 | Speed 20 ft | Challenge 1/1 | Shirt Re-Roll 1/1 | Active Conditions: Sunrod 4 hours

Sammi looks around the room and then back to the man thrashing on the bed. "What's the furthest he's ever made it?"

Silver Crusade

Female Half-Elf Unchained Monk 2 HP: 3/12 | AC: 16 Touch: 16 FF: 13| F +4 R +4 W +3 | CMB/D +2/18 | Init +4 | Perc +9 SM +7

Iantha looks around the room, apparently having to tear her eyes away from the man in the bed. She takes a quick stock of her companions, of the room around her, of the Venture-Captain giving them their assignment. With all the other questions being asked, she seems to struggle making herself actually heard, but she does eventually manage to ask the question on her mind.

"It is only him being affected, correct? There is nobody else suffering the same compulsion?"

Dark Archive

Male elf witch 1 | HP 0/7 | AC 13(17), T 13, FF 10(14) (if mage armor)| Fort +1, Ref +5, Will +1 (+3 vs. enchantment) | CMB 0, CMD 13 | Spd 30' | Perc +3 | Init +5

"You'll have to speak up if you want to be heard Iantha" Eoran beams as he spots the young warrior. Thrilled to see a familiar face this far off the main roads. "How have you been? If you were headed this way you should have let me known" The elf moves over to stand next to Iantha before he finally seems to remember why they're there.


Venture Captain Sheila replies:
"Well his furthest, that I know of, was about a mile to the north. He woke up in a hole in the ground. If it is every night, I can not say, but the last week or so for sure. But at dawn he wakes up and has forgetten everything. And it seems he is the only one affected. I have little that would be any use, but I believe Kalkamedes would forgive your making use of anything in his cabin."

Grand Lodge

Male Halfling Hunter/1; HP 10/10 | AC:18 t:15; ff:14 | Fort +4, Ref +8, Will +3; +2 vs fear | CMB +0; CMD 14 (10ff) | Spd 30 ft. | Init +4 | Perc +8; | Ride +8 | Stealth +12 | SensM +3 | Spells Used: Lvl1 2/2 | Animal Focus: Tiger (+2 Dex)| Conditions: None

Elfire nods at the venture captain.
"Indeed. Perhaps something in this cabin will shed some light".

He then proceeds to search the Cabin for anything that may shed some light or aid in the task.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10 ouch....maybe someone else can do better

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Dark Archive

Male Sylph | HP 6(+3 Familar) 9/9 | AC: 10, Tch: 10, FF: 10 | CMB: -2, CMD: 8 | F: +0, R: +0, W: +4 | Init: +0 | Perc: +3 | Sorcerer - Elemental Bloodline LVL 1 | Speed: 30FT. | Quaterstaff: Att. -2, Dmg: 1d6 -2 |
Spells:
LVL 0: Acid Splash, Jolt, Light, Mage Hand LVL1: Burning Hands*, Magic Missile

Perc.: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Gaylin follows suit but doesnt have much luck either. "Just a few spiders and a rat over here" he says off in one of the corners

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Silver Crusade

Female Half-Elf Unchained Monk 2 HP: 3/12 | AC: 16 Touch: 16 FF: 13| F +4 R +4 W +3 | CMB/D +2/18 | Init +4 | Perc +9 SM +7

Iantha can't help but smile back at Eoran, some of her usual shyness curbed by a bit of familiarity. "I would have said something if I had known we were to be working together again. Next time, I will be sure to communicate with you more clearly."

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10

She also makes an attempt to aid in finding something around the cabin that might be of use, without much luck.

Dark Archive

Male elf witch 1 | HP 0/7 | AC 13(17), T 13, FF 10(14) (if mage armor)| Fort +1, Ref +5, Will +1 (+3 vs. enchantment) | CMB 0, CMD 13 | Spd 30' | Perc +3 | Init +5

Surprised by an actual smile from the avatar of perpetual shyness, Eoran is left speechless for a moment before returning the smile once more. "I'll be sure to let you know next time. Now let's see what we can find out about this poor man"

With that, Eoran joins the others in searching through the cabin.
Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

Not quite trusting the machinations of unknown mages, he starts reading the magical auras of the room, confident he can do a better job than those who came before.

I use detect magic around the cabin and and at the man in the bed and try knowledging anything I find

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

Have I heard of this sort of magic before?
Knl arcana: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

Are there stories about this sort of thing?
knl history: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19


Eoran uncovers several items of note. The wardrobe in Kalkamedes's bedchamber contains his outdoor clothing (an explorer's outfit) and a pair of strong boots. A drawer in the end table next to Kalkamedes's
bed contains a series of unfinished charts mapping the Fenwall Mountains. As he searches the stove, he finds the remains of a crumpled and burned charcoal sketch. See handout in the Maps and More tab
He als finds a hidden lever in the back oft he stove that releases the catch to a hidden compartment concealed in the floor under a stack of water barrels. Within is a locked metal chest. This chest is locked. Eoran can see some magical auras inside but not more!

Dark Archive

Male elf witch 1 | HP 0/7 | AC 13(17), T 13, FF 10(14) (if mage armor)| Fort +1, Ref +5, Will +1 (+3 vs. enchantment) | CMB 0, CMD 13 | Spd 30' | Perc +3 | Init +5

"Look at this" Eoran holds out the charred paper. "Does this temple look familiar to anyone?

Dark Archive

Male Sylph | HP 6(+3 Familar) 9/9 | AC: 10, Tch: 10, FF: 10 | CMB: -2, CMD: 8 | F: +0, R: +0, W: +4 | Init: +0 | Perc: +3 | Sorcerer - Elemental Bloodline LVL 1 | Speed: 30FT. | Quaterstaff: Att. -2, Dmg: 1d6 -2 |
Spells:
LVL 0: Acid Splash, Jolt, Light, Mage Hand LVL1: Burning Hands*, Magic Missile

"The only knowledge I have is in the Arcane, and i dont think that will helpnus here. But why is this hidden away? I wonder if this is what he is looking for!" Gaylin voices all of his questions outloud more to himself then to anyone directly

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Grand Lodge

Male Halfling Hunter/1; HP 10/10 | AC:18 t:15; ff:14 | Fort +4, Ref +8, Will +3; +2 vs fear | CMB +0; CMD 14 (10ff) | Spd 30 ft. | Init +4 | Perc +8; | Ride +8 | Stealth +12 | SensM +3 | Spells Used: Lvl1 2/2 | Animal Focus: Tiger (+2 Dex)| Conditions: None

As Elfire is fumbling blindly through the cupboard he hears the unmistakable click of the hidden compartment.

He turns swiftly towards the source of the sound and looks into the compartment.

" 'ello 'ello 'ello, what do we have 'ere " he says in a confident but gruff tone as he drags the chest out of the compartment.

"Anyone find a key?"

Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14 just realised I have knowledge local.....not that it mattered

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Liberty's Edge

NG Male Halfling Cavalier (Ghost Rider) 1 | HP 3/12 | AC 18 T 14 FF 15 | F +5 R +4 W +1 (+2 vs. dominate, possession) | CMB/D +1/14 | Low-Light, Perc +6 SM +0 | Init +5 | Speed 20 ft | Challenge 1/1 | Shirt Re-Roll 1/1 | Active Conditions: Sunrod 4 hours

"No," Sammi answers, "I've not seen that temple before. I wonder if it's his destination or where he picked up the curse (or both)."

Looking over at the small metal chest and then to Elfire. "Yes, surely he has the key around here somewhere."

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

"Somewhere."

Silver Crusade

Female Half-Elf Unchained Monk 2 HP: 3/12 | AC: 16 Touch: 16 FF: 13| F +4 R +4 W +3 | CMB/D +2/18 | Init +4 | Perc +9 SM +7

She shakes her head, the temple entirely unfamiliar. As the others begin to look for the key, Iantha hangs back for a second. When it was just looking through the cabin for potential hints, she felt better about it, but now...

She still sets to looking for the key, starting to mutter to herself as she goes. Something about "If it is to help him in the long run," and "If we take anything, it will only be to borrow, right? It will be returned." If she's trying to reassure anyone else, here, she's not speaking loud enough to really address them.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25


You need to break the box or pick it unfortunately.

Liberty's Edge

NG Male Halfling Cavalier (Ghost Rider) 1 | HP 3/12 | AC 18 T 14 FF 15 | F +5 R +4 W +1 (+2 vs. dominate, possession) | CMB/D +1/14 | Low-Light, Perc +6 SM +0 | Init +5 | Speed 20 ft | Challenge 1/1 | Shirt Re-Roll 1/1 | Active Conditions: Sunrod 4 hours

Sammi tries to pry open the box with his bare hands.

Strength: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

"Uuungh!"

Liberty's Edge

NG Male Halfling Cavalier (Ghost Rider) 1 | HP 3/12 | AC 18 T 14 FF 15 | F +5 R +4 W +1 (+2 vs. dominate, possession) | CMB/D +1/14 | Low-Light, Perc +6 SM +0 | Init +5 | Speed 20 ft | Challenge 1/1 | Shirt Re-Roll 1/1 | Active Conditions: Sunrod 4 hours

"Masterwork quality, clearly," the halfling says. "Give me just one quick moment."

He grabs the box and slips outside. The sound of something like stone grinding on metal can be heard through the doorway.

Moonchaser's Strength: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

The little knight returns with the box scraped and dented quite severely--looking like a bear chewed on it. "Maybe now it will open?"

Grand Lodge

Male Halfling Hunter/1; HP 10/10 | AC:18 t:15; ff:14 | Fort +4, Ref +8, Will +3; +2 vs fear | CMB +0; CMD 14 (10ff) | Spd 30 ft. | Init +4 | Perc +8; | Ride +8 | Stealth +12 | SensM +3 | Spells Used: Lvl1 2/2 | Animal Focus: Tiger (+2 Dex)| Conditions: None

Elfire takes the beaten and scratched chest "can someone give me a hand with this..."

He then waves his hand over the chest for a moment and whispers to himself "give me strength" (Elfire casts guidance on humself to provide a +1 to the next skill check)

He then tries to pry the chest open with the assistance of anyone who offers. Strength + Guidance: 1d20 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 2 + 1 = 21

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Dark Archive

Male Sylph | HP 6(+3 Familar) 9/9 | AC: 10, Tch: 10, FF: 10 | CMB: -2, CMD: 8 | F: +0, R: +0, W: +4 | Init: +0 | Perc: +3 | Sorcerer - Elemental Bloodline LVL 1 | Speed: 30FT. | Quaterstaff: Att. -2, Dmg: 1d6 -2 |
Spells:
LVL 0: Acid Splash, Jolt, Light, Mage Hand LVL1: Burning Hands*, Magic Missile

Gaylin walks over and watches the two struggle with the chest. I'll try and assist, but when it comes to strength I'm not...

Str.: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (1) - 2 = -1

Gaylin lowers his head and steps back to let someone else give it a shot.

Well this isn't a good start on rolls


Maybe if someone else could offer Elfire a hand?

Liberty's Edge

NG Male Halfling Cavalier (Ghost Rider) 1 | HP 3/12 | AC 18 T 14 FF 15 | F +5 R +4 W +1 (+2 vs. dominate, possession) | CMB/D +1/14 | Low-Light, Perc +6 SM +0 | Init +5 | Speed 20 ft | Challenge 1/1 | Shirt Re-Roll 1/1 | Active Conditions: Sunrod 4 hours

"Seriously? What is this thing made out of?" Sammi asks rhetorically as he throws his weight behind assisting Elfire in popping open the wolf-scarred metal box.

Strength: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Grand Lodge

Male Halfling Hunter/1; HP 10/10 | AC:18 t:15; ff:14 | Fort +4, Ref +8, Will +3; +2 vs fear | CMB +0; CMD 14 (10ff) | Spd 30 ft. | Init +4 | Perc +8; | Ride +8 | Stealth +12 | SensM +3 | Spells Used: Lvl1 2/2 | Animal Focus: Tiger (+2 Dex)| Conditions: None

**cough cough, take 10, cough cough**

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Dark Archive

Male elf witch 1 | HP 0/7 | AC 13(17), T 13, FF 10(14) (if mage armor)| Fort +1, Ref +5, Will +1 (+3 vs. enchantment) | CMB 0, CMD 13 | Spd 30' | Perc +3 | Init +5

"It's a sad day for the pathfinders when they require me for a feat of strength" Eoran laughs. He folds up his sleves and joins the others.

I take 10?

Liberty's Edge

NG Male Halfling Cavalier (Ghost Rider) 1 | HP 3/12 | AC 18 T 14 FF 15 | F +5 R +4 W +1 (+2 vs. dominate, possession) | CMB/D +1/14 | Low-Light, Perc +6 SM +0 | Init +5 | Speed 20 ft | Challenge 1/1 | Shirt Re-Roll 1/1 | Active Conditions: Sunrod 4 hours

You can't take 10 on Aid Another.

Dark Archive

Male elf witch 1 | HP 0/7 | AC 13(17), T 13, FF 10(14) (if mage armor)| Fort +1, Ref +5, Will +1 (+3 vs. enchantment) | CMB 0, CMD 13 | Spd 30' | Perc +3 | Init +5

I have been betrayed, never shall I trust a Lightfoot again

Strength: 1d20 ⇒ 14

Liberty's Edge

NG Male Halfling Cavalier (Ghost Rider) 1 | HP 3/12 | AC 18 T 14 FF 15 | F +5 R +4 W +1 (+2 vs. dominate, possession) | CMB/D +1/14 | Low-Light, Perc +6 SM +0 | Init +5 | Speed 20 ft | Challenge 1/1 | Shirt Re-Roll 1/1 | Active Conditions: Sunrod 4 hours

Sammi narrows his eyes. "We loosened it."

Dark Archive

Male Sylph | HP 6(+3 Familar) 9/9 | AC: 10, Tch: 10, FF: 10 | CMB: -2, CMD: 8 | F: +0, R: +0, W: +4 | Init: +0 | Perc: +3 | Sorcerer - Elemental Bloodline LVL 1 | Speed: 30FT. | Quaterstaff: Att. -2, Dmg: 1d6 -2 |
Spells:
LVL 0: Acid Splash, Jolt, Light, Mage Hand LVL1: Burning Hands*, Magic Missile

If this is any indication on how the rest is going to go we may want to give up now! The BOX is kicking our tails!

Gaylin sits down in a chair and watches with dismay! "This box better have a gatway to another realm in it for all the trouble its causing us!" he just shakes his head as the two halflings and the elf are bested by a metal box, not that he had any better luck at it.

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With the aid you indeed manages to open the box.
Inside are some bracers, a mud-splattered cloak, an
elixir, a dried gourd containing a potion; and an irregularly-shaped mithral flask with jigsaw-like edges containing another potion.
The razor-sharp flask doubles as a caltrop or an improvised dagger. Also secreted away inside the chest is a strangly broken mithral longsword.

Dark Archive

Male elf witch 1 | HP 0/7 | AC 13(17), T 13, FF 10(14) (if mage armor)| Fort +1, Ref +5, Will +1 (+3 vs. enchantment) | CMB 0, CMD 13 | Spd 30' | Perc +3 | Init +5

Eoran blinks as the unyieldy box submits to their combined might "Well that worked, somehow. Now stand aside gentlemen, and you Iantha, and let's see what we have here." His eyes seem to glow with an arcane light as he goes to work identifying the spoils of their battle with the box.

Identifying all the things.
Bracers: Spellcraft: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24
Cloak: Spellcraft: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 29
Elixir: Spellcraft: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18
Gourd: Spellcraft: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11
Sword: Spellcraft: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23


You identify bracers of armor +1, cloak of resistance +1, an elixir of swimming , the potions are still unindentified.
The sword is a broken +1 allying mithral longsword called Gamin the misforged.

Silver Crusade

Female Half-Elf Unchained Monk 2 HP: 3/12 | AC: 16 Touch: 16 FF: 13| F +4 R +4 W +3 | CMB/D +2/18 | Init +4 | Perc +9 SM +7

Iantha can barely help the amused look on her face, watching the others struggle to open the metal box. A short laugh, barely more than a sharp breath, leaves her at Gaylin's comment.

(Not that she'd have had much luck herself, she knows she hasn't focused that much on her strength in her training.)

She does stand aside as Eoran sets about identifying the contents of the box, though her curiosity does have her watching the process, interested.

Grand Lodge

Male Halfling Hunter/1; HP 10/10 | AC:18 t:15; ff:14 | Fort +4, Ref +8, Will +3; +2 vs fear | CMB +0; CMD 14 (10ff) | Spd 30 ft. | Init +4 | Perc +8; | Ride +8 | Stealth +12 | SensM +3 | Spells Used: Lvl1 2/2 | Animal Focus: Tiger (+2 Dex)| Conditions: None

"well wha' d'ya expect Eoran...we're not the most brutish group around" Elfire responds as he stands back.

Once Eoran's eyes return to normal he continues.
" d'ya care to tell the rest of us what we've got." he continues.

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Dark Archive

Male elf witch 1 | HP 0/7 | AC 13(17), T 13, FF 10(14) (if mage armor)| Fort +1, Ref +5, Will +1 (+3 vs. enchantment) | CMB 0, CMD 13 | Spd 30' | Perc +3 | Init +5

Eoran quickly explains the contents of the box to his fellow adventurers. When he finishes, he tries to compare landmarks on the charred sketch to the unfinished maps lying around.

Dark Archive

Male Sylph | HP 6(+3 Familar) 9/9 | AC: 10, Tch: 10, FF: 10 | CMB: -2, CMD: 8 | F: +0, R: +0, W: +4 | Init: +0 | Perc: +3 | Sorcerer - Elemental Bloodline LVL 1 | Speed: 30FT. | Quaterstaff: Att. -2, Dmg: 1d6 -2 |
Spells:
LVL 0: Acid Splash, Jolt, Light, Mage Hand LVL1: Burning Hands*, Magic Missile

so did the Venture-Captian leave yet? If not I'd like to ask her if she knows anything

Venture-Captian Questions:
Gaylin turns ti the Venture-Captian and asks "You wouldn't happen to know anything about any of this would you? Especially this burnt map? Does this look like any place around here?"

Gaylin stares at some of the other maps and walks outside to see if he can get any reference points.

Perc: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Survival: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Gaylin walks back in knowing nothing more than when he left...

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Liberty's Edge

NG Male Halfling Cavalier (Ghost Rider) 1 | HP 3/12 | AC 18 T 14 FF 15 | F +5 R +4 W +1 (+2 vs. dominate, possession) | CMB/D +1/14 | Low-Light, Perc +6 SM +0 | Init +5 | Speed 20 ft | Challenge 1/1 | Shirt Re-Roll 1/1 | Active Conditions: Sunrod 4 hours

"If he's going to be sleep walking, maybe we ought to put the protective gear on Kalkamedes," suggests Sammi.


"What do you think you are doing. I belong to Kalkamedes! Not in the soft hands of some spell-slinger. And is that a hint of lavendel? Come on, you are not creaming your hands."
The voice is clearly to be heard. It seems to come from Eoran.

Dark Archive

Male elf witch 1 | HP 0/7 | AC 13(17), T 13, FF 10(14) (if mage armor)| Fort +1, Ref +5, Will +1 (+3 vs. enchantment) | CMB 0, CMD 13 | Spd 30' | Perc +3 | Init +5

I'm assuming I've heard about inteligent weapons

Eoran drops the blade with a start and backs away. "No! I am not dealing with another one of these things!" He yells out and leaves the sword on the floor.

Liberty's Edge

NG Male Halfling Cavalier (Ghost Rider) 1 | HP 3/12 | AC 18 T 14 FF 15 | F +5 R +4 W +1 (+2 vs. dominate, possession) | CMB/D +1/14 | Low-Light, Perc +6 SM +0 | Init +5 | Speed 20 ft | Challenge 1/1 | Shirt Re-Roll 1/1 | Active Conditions: Sunrod 4 hours

"Another one?" Sammi says in surprise, "How many have you encountered?"

He lifts the sword off of the ground. "Sir Sword, we are here to help Kalkamedes. He has fallen under some sort of curse, and we're simply trying to keep him safe while investigating the cause and possible cure."


The sword replies."You better do, you better do. I will do all in my help to offer you guidance!"
Suddenly Sammi feels the power of a guidance spell cast on him.

Dark Archive

Male elf witch 1 | HP 0/7 | AC 13(17), T 13, FF 10(14) (if mage armor)| Fort +1, Ref +5, Will +1 (+3 vs. enchantment) | CMB 0, CMD 13 | Spd 30' | Perc +3 | Init +5

"My old master searched throughout Varisia for them for decades, found a couple too." Eoran wistfully replies, but as he remembers the full story, a frown creeps across his face. "He even had me haul one of the bastard things all the bloody way to Kalsgard. I thought I'd go mad long before I reached the border."

Dark Archive

Male Sylph | HP 6(+3 Familar) 9/9 | AC: 10, Tch: 10, FF: 10 | CMB: -2, CMD: 8 | F: +0, R: +0, W: +4 | Init: +0 | Perc: +3 | Sorcerer - Elemental Bloodline LVL 1 | Speed: 30FT. | Quaterstaff: Att. -2, Dmg: 1d6 -2 |
Spells:
LVL 0: Acid Splash, Jolt, Light, Mage Hand LVL1: Burning Hands*, Magic Missile

Gaylin watches with amazment. He had heard of these type of items before but this was his first time seeing and hearing one!

"Excuse me, Sir sword, but is it possible that you might know something about what is going on here? I assume you usally go out with Kalkamedes, so do you remeber anything strange happening to him recently?"

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Grand Lodge

Male Halfling Hunter/1; HP 10/10 | AC:18 t:15; ff:14 | Fort +4, Ref +8, Will +3; +2 vs fear | CMB +0; CMD 14 (10ff) | Spd 30 ft. | Init +4 | Perc +8; | Ride +8 | Stealth +12 | SensM +3 | Spells Used: Lvl1 2/2 | Animal Focus: Tiger (+2 Dex)| Conditions: None

As elfire is inspecting each of the items, He hears the sword speak and spins abruptly around. "well thats new, I di'nt know swords could speak".

He looks cautiously back at the rest of the gear wondering if anything else has this ability.

Looking back at the sword, "do you mind if we borrow some of Kalamedes gear to aid in his recovery?" he ask cautiously.

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Liberty's Edge

NG Male Halfling Cavalier (Ghost Rider) 1 | HP 3/12 | AC 18 T 14 FF 15 | F +5 R +4 W +1 (+2 vs. dominate, possession) | CMB/D +1/14 | Low-Light, Perc +6 SM +0 | Init +5 | Speed 20 ft | Challenge 1/1 | Shirt Re-Roll 1/1 | Active Conditions: Sunrod 4 hours

"Ah! Huh." Sammi shivers and addresses the sword again, "Thank you. That may be quite helpful as we traipse through the wilds at night. Do you mind if the elf carries you on this quest?"


"It is his. But if it heals him... sure!"


Sheila nods to you and says."We are wasting time!" and cuts the bonds.
Immediately after Sheila Heidmarch finishes cutting his bonds, Kalkamedes totters out the door of his cabin and begins stumbling northward. The night sky is clear with a waning quarter crescent moon that provides dim
light, but the minimal illumination is of no help to the sleepwalking
Pathfinder, whose staggering gait propels him blindly forward with closed eyes. You have been walking for maybe half an hour when suddenly Kalkamedes slips.
He sprains his ancle Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Dark Archive

Male Sylph | HP 6(+3 Familar) 9/9 | AC: 10, Tch: 10, FF: 10 | CMB: -2, CMD: 8 | F: +0, R: +0, W: +4 | Init: +0 | Perc: +3 | Sorcerer - Elemental Bloodline LVL 1 | Speed: 30FT. | Quaterstaff: Att. -2, Dmg: 1d6 -2 |
Spells:
LVL 0: Acid Splash, Jolt, Light, Mage Hand LVL1: Burning Hands*, Magic Missile

Gaylin hurries over to the man and helps him up. "I dont know if you can hear me but I hope your alright. I wish I could heal you but my talents lie elsewhere." Once the man is standing again Gaylin realeses him to go on his way and begins to follow once more

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Liberty's Edge

NG Male Halfling Cavalier (Ghost Rider) 1 | HP 3/12 | AC 18 T 14 FF 15 | F +5 R +4 W +1 (+2 vs. dominate, possession) | CMB/D +1/14 | Low-Light, Perc +6 SM +0 | Init +5 | Speed 20 ft | Challenge 1/1 | Shirt Re-Roll 1/1 | Active Conditions: Sunrod 4 hours

Once outside, Sammi mounts a white wolf clad in leather barding and wearing a small saddle. The strangest thing about the wolf are his eyes, the orbs have been replaced by flickering green flames. He seems to be following Sammi's mental commands and has no trouble keeping up with the sleep-walking Pathfinder.

"Oh dear!" He rides over to the limping Kalkamedes. "I'm afraid there's not much I can do about a sprain right now. Does anyone have a healer's supplies?"

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