Rando's Mummy's Mask (Completed) (Inactive)

Game Master rando1000

"Ah, yes... Many people are afraid of what they don't know. But we adventurers are a different lot! World travelers and thrill seekers, such pretty beliefs about who and what to kill become trivial with a bit of know-how. Why, I've been friends with several undead myself! They really can be lovely people if you catch them in the right mood."

"ᎾᏒ ᏆhᎬᎽ'ᏞᏞ ᏆᏒᎽ ᏆᎾ sᏆᏒᎥᏢ ᏆhᎬ fᏞᎬsh fᏒᎾm ᎽᎾuᏒ bᎾᏁᎬs ᎪᏁᎠ ᏆᏒᎪᏁsmuᏆᎬ ᎥᏆ ᎥᏁᏆᎾ Ꭺ ᏟᎾᎪᏆ." Shmick helpfully pointed out.

Hicks frowned, "Come now, that was only one time! bill was in one of his "moods" again. He can be so unreasonable at times. At least he offered me some lotion beforeheand."

The construct merely shook his head, letting the matter drop.

Malavine tapped next to her eyes. "People give you all kinds of funny looks when you give them constant funny looks." Her metallic eyes rolled up. "Although no one's ever tried to kill me. Rob and cheat me, sure, if the eyes make them think I'm blind-blind and not simply mostly blind."

Frowning, Malavine considered. "I...think I can learn some magic that will let me help you, but it'll take a little time. Until then, we're going to need to buy you some more potions. I'll keep one one so I can play healer." Wiping her brow, she added, "Those guys gave us a kicking. I can heal everyone else, and top you off with some temporary healing, or we can head back for the day and continue later."

Well... I can't blame you for your caution, I probably would have thought you were somehow undead too, the catfolk admits, ears and whiskers drooping sheepishly, I'm just glad you came back in one piece though.

So, is the consensus that you're now healed up enough to head back in (since it's morning)?

Returning to the scene of the Skeleton Room Massacre, Malavine booted a skeletal head in annoyance at the delay they'd caused, and then sighed and started hunting for anything useful.

The sword had been pretty effective, after all.

Hickle weaves magic into his eyes as he searches the premises, curious to see if the undead were defending anything particularly special.

Detect magic, and also some normal perception
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26 +2 Archaeologist, +2 if dim lighting

"Huh what?" Anton says as the conversation winds down. "Zelda is an undead? Meh, that's cool," he casually states as assists Mal and Kick with their searching.

Alanna comes over to Zelda and places a friendly hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry for what hath befallen you, but remember that all adversity makes you stronger. So too, take comfort in all that could have been but is not. The Xithra on the Earth plane capture and enslave undead as a hyper-efficient work force." She shudders and moves off to aid the searching.

Anton casts Light on his front button and giggles.

Hickle weaves magic into his eyes as he searches the premises, curious to see if the undead were defending anything particularly special.

Assuming you do not pass through the doorways into the other rooms to North, Right or Left, you do not find anything but rubble. It would appear they were merely guarding against entry to the mansion. House Pentheru being obviously wealthy, it is no surprise that they would have had guards, especially in such rough times. Seeing the number of undead around here, it's probably that the great horrors that occurred in life caused the spirits of the servants to linger in death, animating the occasional remains.

Malavine likewise finds nothing particularly interesting in her search.

Alanna and Anton look at each other and smile. "Always turn Left," he says. Alanna looks back at the rest of the group, "Shall we?" she asks.

As the rest of the party begins to move cautiously back into the mansion and try to determine which direction to go next, a disheartening roar originates from the room to the North. And I mean it originates from the ENTIRE room.

Looking toward the north doorway, you see more rubble, and sunlight streaming into the room. Suddenly, a dark-blue scaled creature of roughly human size drops from the ceiling into the center of the room, giving another terrifying roar. It appears to be a living blue dragon.

Hickle fumbles for his weapn, "No, we shall not! For I believe we have far more pressing matters!"

Shmick is likewise getting his own weapon ready, as the situation suddenly seems very dire.

Arcana: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

It's definitely a blue dragon, alright. Seems to have made a lair in the open-ceilinged courtyard of the mansion. Hickle estimates it's very very young, possibly even a wyrmling.

WHO DESIGNED THIS ENCOUNTER. Okay, f~!#... How many questions can I ask?

With super-human grace, Alanna weaves her STEEL in an elaborate pattern, preparing for a combat most glorious. "Anton, stay behind me," she says, her softness burned away as she readies herself for battle.

Then with super-human curiosity, Anton perks up. "Ooo! An actual dragon! Maybe he's friendly."

"Don't--" Alanna breaks in, but she's quickly overridden by Anton's prose.
"Greetings, O magnificent creature!" Anton begins, with an elegant bow. "We have most humbly come to thy grand abode to speak with thee upon many things, and have a look about, for we hath heard that thine hospitality and thy stature are a truly sublime thing to behold. Wouldst thou consider joining us in a brief repast wherein we might dine and converse with a tone most affectionate?

Alas, if that is not unto thine liking, verily hast we noticed that thine abode is verily scattered with foul undead, and other vermin not worthy of thy presence. Mayhap thee would'st be interested in allowing us to exterminate such minor nuisances, who, being naughty in thine sight, shalt be worthy of snuffing it? Then we shall leave thee to recline upon thine great bounty in more peace, with more freedom, and such a cleansed abode woudlst be more attractive to the opposite sex of thee, andst thou might be a phat playah evermore!"

Diplomacy!: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

YES! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES! =D

26, well done. 'Tis a special sauce indeed.

"Kek kek kek kek kek kek kek," the creature makes in a high voice; it almost sounds as if he's...laughing.

"You wish to treat with me? In my own home? I am ADAGATH! ADAGATH the water tyrant! Adagath, destroyer of villages! Adagath, devourer of caravans! WHO are you, to treat with me?"

WHO DESIGNED THIS ENCOUNTER. Okay, f%@&... How many questions can I ask?

Much like Han Solo, I've made a few special modifications myself...wouldn't want this to get boring.

Much like Han Solo, I've made a few special modifications myself...wouldn't want this to get boring.

Rando pls. Pretty sure a dragon at lvl 2 is slightly Above our pay grade.

For real though, can I ask any questions about the creature? Weaknesses, attacks, stuff like that?

Hickle attempts to stage whisper to the others in the party, include Anton's eidolon. "I think... That we should perhaps prepare take our leave while the lad is distracting him. We are not equiped to deal with a dragon however young it may be."

It is possible I modified it to lower the CR...It's actually quite within your capability to defeat the creature if it comes to combat, though it won't be an easy encounter unless the dice make it so.

For real though, can I ask any questions about the creature? Weaknesses, attacks, stuff like that?

Your Arcana check of 20 gets you answers to two questions (which should tell you something about it's CR). Ask away.

Anton bounces over to the dragon and executes an elegant bow. "Please to meet you, Mister ADAGATH Destroyer Tyrant Devourer sir! I am Anton Merovach, conjurerer extraordinaire! And this is my soul-twin Alanna."

The eidolon etches the barest sketch of a curtsy, her lower arms gracefully flowing while her upper stay rock still holding their STEEL.

"That is Hicklespurn the Intuitive and his creation/guard Shmick. Next to them is Malavine the Really Dangerous, Kephry the Face-ripper, and Zelda the Totally-Not-An-Undead-So-Don't-Even-Ask.

Sooooooo, how's it going?"

Alanna slides closer to the group and whispers, "If we all attack at the same time, from different directions, we might be able to overwhelm the beast, and spread out before it deploy's it's breath weapon. Not matter what deal we make we can't trust it, and we can't leave this thing in our rear-area, cutting off our retreat if we again are hurt. Are you ready?"

"I do appreciate that. The skeletons would not enter my abode, but they kept clacking around out there and waking me from my rest."

The majestic creature digs a bit at some rubble with its rear leg, and looks comically like a dog trying to hide its poo. But the very real fangs of even this small-ish dragon kill the humor of the situation really quick.

The gnome nods softly, bringing a hand behind his back to hide him weaving his innate magic. At the far end of the room an unseen servant starts to exist, currently filled with desire to create a loud noise at the far end of the room. It does so by picking up a decently sixed rock, and throwing it into the wall behidn it.

"What was that?!" Hickle shouts, pointing behind the dragon.

Both master and servant await for the dragon to take the bat, prepared to launch a volley once it's back was turned.

and here I was all prepared for you to bargain with the thing...

Well, no Sense Motive skill on this young pup, so Wisdom only...

1d20 + 0 ⇒ (8) + 0 = 8

The dragon spins around toward the noise like the cat you see online with the pickle, only the cat doesn't launch a lightning-bolt breath weapon like this dragon does.

I'm giving Hickle and Shmick (only) one sneak attack before initiative.

Crime and politics, the situation is always...fluid. And Clauswitz says that warfare is simply the logical extension of diplomacy of the state. "Peace treaties are like young girls and roses: They last while they last."--Winston Churchill. ... I had a point here but I think I'll just stop now. ^_^

Well, I suppose two attacks and it wasting it's breath weapon is a decent enough start.

"I wanted you to WAIT before you threw the rock, why did you not wait for my signal?!" Hickle cries out as he launches forth a bolt from his crossbow. The unseen servant merely goes to pick up another rock, and again throws it at the wall.

Crossbow attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

"ᎠᎾᏁ'Ꮖ ᏞᎥᎬ. ᎳᎬ ᎪᏞᏞ ᏦᏁᎾᎳ ᎽᎾu sᎥmᏢᏞᎽ fᎾᏒᎶᎾᏆ ᏆᎾ ᎥᏁᏟᏞuᎠᎬ ᏆhᎪᏆ ᎥᏁsᏆᏒuᏟᏆᎥᎾᏁ. Is Shmick's condescending reply as he too fires a crossbow bolt.

Crossbow attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
damage: 1d8 ⇒ 7

He swears in binary as the trigger fires just a touch too early, potentially messing up his shot. Hickle meanwhile has the good sense to at least look sheepish, "Fine, so maybe I rushed the spell."

Iniative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

Hickle's attack hits, causing some minimal damage. Shmick misses entirely.

Dragon:
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Since I didn't see any specific questions on the arcana check, Hickled determined that a) this is in fact a wyrmling, and a somewhat scrawny (if slightly longer than normal) one at that.

and b)the dragon is immune to sleep, paralysis, and electric attacks.

Malavine raised an eyebrow and prepared to fight. Well, if they had to fight a little blue dragon...

Rest of initiative:

Hickle: 18
Dragon: 16
Malavine: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Zelda: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20
Anton: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
Kephry: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Anton, Zelda, Hickle, before the Dragon.

"Be mindful! A dragon of this sort won't be put to sleep or immobilized so easily! And if it's breath attack hasn't hinted to you clearly enough, such an effect would be useless."

Hickle reloads his crossbow as quick as he can, "I really do apologize for the deception, but we all know you were planning on killing us when weakened by whatever else was around here."

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
His shot goes wide.

Shmick attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
damage: 1d8 ⇒ 6

Shmick however has re-calibrated his targeting system and seems to be on point once again. "sᏆᎾᏢ ᎪᏢᎾᏞᎾᎶᎥᏃᎥᏁᎶ ᏆᎾ ᏆhᎥᏁᎶs ᏆhᎪᏆ ᎳᎪᏁᏆ ᏆᎾ ᏦᎥᏞᏞ us."

"Well, there's no need for me to be rude to him!"

In the background, the unseen servant once again picks up a rock and throws it at the wall. It's probably not going to stop.

Zelda casts a spell.

"DIE EVIL CREATURE!" Alanna shouts as her FLURRY of BLADES fall upon the young dragon!

Longsword Attack!: 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 5 - 2 = 12
Longsword Damage!: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Shortsword Attack!: 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (14) + 5 - 2 = 17
Shortsword Damage!: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Shortsword Attack!: 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (5) + 5 - 2 = 8
Shortsword Damage!: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Anotn sighs in resignation "Well, I am sorry about all this, old boy. But we must admit that we couldn't trust that you'd hold to the spirit of whatever agreed to, and just found some hole in the wording. Also, you did say you devour villages and destroy caravans. You can't -really- expect a good first impressions if that's what you open with."

Crossbow Attack!: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
Damage!: 1d10 ⇒ 3

The dragon turns and attacks Alanna.

bite:
1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

claw:
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

claw:
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Malavine and Kephry may now act. Alanna stands in front of the dragon, Hickle and Shmick stand near to door, and Zelda as well probably.

Well, not how necessarily how I wanted this to happen, but it's all the same to me... Kephry mumbles before surrendering to the spirits and hoofing it next to Alanna and taking a swing at the dragon assaulting her.

Raging Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8
Damage: 1d10 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

The spirits are SO not with me...

Since it's doubtful that Malavine will take the dragon out in her round one action, we can go ahead and move to top of round two for Anton, Zelda, and Hickle. Malavine can take her round one action at any point.

Bugger, sorry, Paizo didn't think I needed this update.

Malavine added her own attacks against the Wyrm, but she wasn't sure she was going to do much half to the scaly beast.

To Hit: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Damage: 1d4 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
Destruction: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Zelda sacrifices her memorized Burning Hands spell to add flaming to her musket attacks.

Musket Attack: 1d20 ⇒ 3
Musket Damage: 1d12 ⇒ 5
Flaming Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4

FRAK!

Attack; Hickle: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Attack; Shmick: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
damage: 1d8 ⇒ 5

Hickle manages to get in a good shot this time, while Shmick proceeds to have issues with his targeting software once again.

Ugh. Dice rolls for attacks of Mal + Zelda + Shmick + Kephry, on d20's = 12. Total. =p I feel the spell about to be broken! =)

"That's it guys!" Alanna yells encouragingly. "Keep him distracted so he can taste my STEEL!" she yells, a storm of swords coming down upon the young caudate.That is SO a word! F$#% YOU SPELLCHECKER!

Longsword Attack!: 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 5 - 2 = 22
Longsword Damage!: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Shortsword Attack!: 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (10) + 5 - 2 = 13
Shortsword Damage!: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Shortsword Attack!: 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (12) + 5 - 2 = 15
Shortsword Damage!: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

"Yeah!" answers Anton. "And he's not gonna feel very good either! Like, it's not gonna tickle. It's gonna ache! And possibly be sore! And may require liniment! Nobody likes liniment."

Crossbow Attack!: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23
Damage!: 1d10 ⇒ 6
Crossbow Attack Confirm?!: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Crit Damage!?: 1d10 ⇒ 8

After more solid hits by Hickle, Alanna, and Anton, the dragon Adagath flaps into the air in the open-roofed courtyard, drawing attacks for Opportunity from Alanna and Kephry.

"Nay!" the Eidolon shouts. "You shall NOT be allowed to terrorize more innocents! Not one more village shall fall to thy unearthly appetites!" she calls, her longsword rising and falling with the force of the RIGHTEOUS!

Longsword Attack!: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Longsword Damage!: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
OOOOOOO boy! =p
Longsword Crit?!: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
Longsword Crit Damage!: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Hah! =)

As the creature swoops into the air, Alanna jabs upward, piercing the creature's breast and slashing it's gullet. The dragon drops to the floor and moves no more.

A tiled walkway surrounds a square patch of earth and sand in this high atrium. A balcony on the second floor overlooks the courtyard, and a square hole in the ceiling opens to the sky. Four columns in the corners of the atrium support the roof above, and the walls are decorated with symbols and hieroglyphs depicting animals, celestial creatures, and the sun and moon. Glints among the rubble indicate the beginnings of a dragon treasure horde.

The construct relaxes, allowing his crossbow to restructure itself and become more fluid with the rest of his arm again. "ᎪsᏆᎾuᏁᎠᎥᏁᎶ, ᏆhᎥs ᏟᏒᎬᎪᏆuᏒᎬ musᏆ'ᏉᎬ bᎬᎬᏁ ᎥᏁ ᎪᏁ ᎬxᏆᏒᎬmᎬᏞᎽ ᎳᎬᎪᏦᎬᏁᎬᎠ sᏆᎪᏆᎬ."

"Hmm... Perhaps it was! I sincerely doubt it had actually vanquished a single vilage in it's short time on this Earth, but we surely saved countless deaths in the future. ...Oh look, valuables!" Hickle squeaked, approaching the hoard spread out all around. He called out to his unseen servant still banging on the wall, and instead told it to gather glittery objects into a pile while the gnome focused on searching out auras of magic.

Shmick approached the corpse and started to turn it over, observing it more in depth. "mᎽ ᎠᎪᏆᎪbᎪsᎬ ᎥᏁᎠᎥᏟᎪᏆᎬs ᏆhᎪᏆ ᏆhᎥs ᏟᏒᎬᎪᏆuᏒᎬ Ꭵs Ꭺ ᏆᏒᎬᎪsuᏒᎬ ᏆᏒᎾᏉᎬ ᎥᏁ ᎪᏁᎠ Ꮎf ᎥᏆsᎬᏞf. sᏦᎥᏁ, bᏞᎾᎾᎠ, mᎬᎪᏆ, bᎾᏁᎬ, ᎥᏁᏆᎬᏒᏁᎪᏞ ᎾᏒᎶᎪᏁs... ᎪᏁᎠ ᎳᎬ hᎪᏢᏢᎬᏁ ᏆᎾ bᎬ ᏁᎬᎪᏒ Ꭺ mᎪjᎾᏒ ᏟᎥᏆᎽ. ᎳᎬ shᎾuᏞᎠ ᏆᏒᎪᏁsᏢᎾᏒᏆ ᏆhᎬ ᏟᎾᏒᏢsᎬ ᎳhᎾᏞᎬsᎪᏞᎬ ᎪᏁᎠ fᎥᏁᎠ Ꭺ sᏦᎥᏞᏞᎬᎠ ᎪᏁᎠ ᎪffᎾᏒᎠᎪbᏞᎬ sᎬᏒᏉᎥᏟᎬ ᏆᎾ hᎪᏉᎬ ᎥᏆ ᎠᎥsmᎪᏁᏆᏞᎬᎠ ᎥᏁᏆᎾ ᏒᎪᎳ mᎪᏆᎬᏒᎥᎪᏞ. ᏟᎬᏒᏆᎪᎥᏁᏞᎽ ᎾᏁᎬ Ꮎf ᏆhᎬ mᎾᏒᎬ usᎬfuᏞ sᎪᏢᎥᎬᏁᏆ ᎾᏒᎶᎪᏁᎥᏟs ᎥᏁ ᎠᎬᎪᏆh."

Hickle gathers the following:
23 pp, 281 gp, 350 sp, 2000 cp
150 gp worth of gems
Masterwork Shortbow (115 gp resale)
1 scroll of Resist Energy

"Idunno, some villages can be pretty small," Alanna quips as she pokes the dragon to makes sure it's dead. "And that's a fine idea, Shmick. A lot of sages will pay well for dragon parts. No reason to deprive them if it will add coin to our purse."

"Ooo! Could I get a cap made from it? I've always wanted a dragonskin cap! Then I could wear it at a rakish angle. Wait, would it be better at a rakish angle or a jaunty one?" Anton sets his cap at various angles while Alanna helps sort and bag the collected loot.

"Sweet. Now where?"

"Huh," Malavine considered. "That wasn't as terrible as I expected." The Oracle considered. "Maybe we could make some armour from it. One of those leather coats, maybe." Well, it was unlikely there was enough of the little thing for that, but...

"Well, that was a waste of two spells. I really need to learn to be a better shot..."

Hickle snaps his fingers in agitation as his manifested will proceeds to start putting particularly smooth and shiny pebbles into the pile of gold and jewels."Stop, stop! Ah.... hold this stick. Yes, and just stay there holding that stick. Good. Now then..."

He coughs his frustration away, turning back to his party. "And I need to learn to have more confidence in you girls! Oh, and the boy too I suppose. But I really most hand that praise off to his lovely assistant instead. Now about our would be conqueror, while I doubt there's enough material for one of your stature, perhaps... Well, it'd be rather morbid, but I don't think I'd object too terribly against some fetching dragonhide armor myself. And yes, there might even be enough scraps to create a cap as well for the lad."

Shmick busies himself by strapping the body down with spare rope for easier transport as people discuss how to best exploit a dead sapient being's body. Organics were so strange sometimes. Don't skin dead humans, that's immoral! Do skin deceased dragons, it'll make really great equipment!

Honestly. They needed to come to a conclusion already on this whole disrespecting the dead thing.

I would estimate it takes about an hour to gather the horde and skin the hide. Does anyone want to do anything during that time? If not, which direction would you like to move afterwords? Back to the room you came from, or in a different direction?

He's not skinning the dragon, just making sure it's ready for transport where we could find an expert whithin town.

Just a reminder, you stand in the center room of the map (linked at the top of the page), and can go any direction from here.

Malavine looked at the others. "Check the upstairs before heading down?"