Sfounder's In Service to Lore PbP (Inactive)
Game Master Chris Marsh

Dagnud, I don't know a lot about undead lore, but I *do* know that some other undead prob'ly did this to 'er. I'm fer guessin' it--or they--are still lurkin'!

Hack turns to the poor wretch. Listen, I'm guessin' by "food" you mean living flesh--people? Sorry, lass, we ain't fer guidin' anything that's gonna be chopmin' on folks! Ye were a Pathfinder, and fer that ye have my respect, but what ye are now is a monster. I'm fer thinkin' the biggest favor we can do ye is to put ye down fast and clean--end yer hunger, letcher soul be free to mvoe on. We'll find what we're lookin' fer. Now . . . Hack pick up his axe, gives her a salute with it, then advances a step or two with axe raised--not exactly threateningly, but ready for action. . . . you gonna let what remains of yer humanity be reasonable, and offer me yer neck for one good clean blow, or are ye gonna make this messy?

The thing....seems to be totally happy to help.

Harnac! Wait! Given the unknown risks associated with our errand, perhaps we should allow this creature to help us. Maybe some animal meat will satisfy its hunger for now. While I understand the tendency for people to become rather...um...hysterical...when it comes to undead, please be cautious. This creature could be useful to us.

Chudd, yer smartern' me, but having this former Pathfinder with us in danger gives me the heebie-jeebies. Sure, maybe she's all willin' to help now, but if push comes to shove and blood is spilt, is she gonna just go for who's bleedin', be it us or monsters??

Hack is trying to subtly guage the undead's reaction to mentioning "blood being spilt"--also with him coming to arm's reach!

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 16

She continues to twitch, but that's all you can garner from your comment.

Addressing the poor fallen pathfinder, Sumac asks Where are the undead who did this to you?. Then making sure his comrades all still have thier weapons ready. The halfling lowers his. He digs out a paper wrapped package. He unwraps part of it and holds it up so the fallen pathfinder can see it. Would this do anything to satisfy your hunger? The haunch of pork is quite fresh. I bought it only this morning. I was planning on sharing it tonight with my comrades, else it will only spoil in this heat.

He then glances to his comrades. Well, we might as well ask her what we are looking for. I don't see how that can hurt. The halfling shrugs his shoulders in a resigned fashion.

She will take it eagerly from your hand if offered. LEt me know if you hand it or toss it.

A nice gentle toss...

LEt me know if you hand it or toss it.

THAT'S not ominous :)

She catches it deftly, and with a single - unnaturally distended - clack of her jaws, the piece is gone. She beckons you towards the entrance. Waiting...

The halfling shrugs and starts to follow. He casts a light orison on a sling bullet ready for his sling. He is careful to keep Grip from getting too close to their undead guide.

Perception check as they aproach the opening. 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
Grips perception 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21 +13 for scent based

Hack addresses the undead creature ready to guide them. We're looking for trade agreeements, and an ornamental sword. Ye know where these things are?

To the group, quietly: I'm not sure me honor is comfortable taking this beastie's help only to off her later--because, sure as ale is frothy, we can't be lettin' it roam free ta gnosh on folks, can we??

Maybe we can attempt a cure? If not, we just wait till she attacks. Then its a fair fight, right? The friendship is hers to spoil.

At all this jibber jabber, she begins to drool and make smacking noises with her 12 inch tongue....

Let's go in, friends! Lead the way milady. Fel advances.

Let's go in, friends! Lead the way milady. Fel advances.

Lets go

Marching order?

Marching order?

First

Harnac and Dagnud could be interchangable. Both are good fighters, and have the dwarf dark vision, and stone cunning.

Fel and Chud are probably interchangable as well.

Any other thoughts.

Fel agrees.

Agreed. Hack will go first, with the undead thing behind him, and Dagnud behind *her*. Everything else I'm good with.

you tell me where to go, lass. If'n ye turn on us, you'll have Dagnud there smashin' ye back while I turn around and remove yer head from yer shoulders. Understood?

ooooBrains...

ooooBrains...

what?

Agreed.
sorry for being MIA, busy Saturday

ooooBrains...

Are we being attacked by our "guide"?

Are we doing anything? Let's go in or fight.

It answers, [b]"There is a beast inside, a kobold, he wields a sword of green gem. Other than he and his band, the denizens change frequently..."/[b]

You make your way up the loose gravel to the entrance. This close to your undead guide, and the stench of death assails you. It seems not to notice, and with a screeching sound, the door swings wide....

Attached to the west wall at this corridor junction is the relief carving of a giant face. The relief is that of a Qadiran man with a billowing beard. His eyes are closed, and his lips are parted, as if he were blowing out a flame. His lips frame a deep hole in the wall. The paint once adorning the relief is chipped and faded, but traces of its brilliant blues and pristine whites are still visible here and there. On the man’s forehead is a single Kelish word, carved in a flowing script.

The Map.

How big a hole in this guy's mouth?

I was just on the phone with S, he says the hole is about the size of a human torso.

Fel asks the guide, What would this be about? What happens if I stick something in the hole?

He then turns to his companions and asks if anyone can read the word atop the face, and also if anyone can offer a compelling reason not to insert his pole into the hole.

If there are no immediate and pressing objections, Fel will try to insert the butt end of his 10 foot pole into the mouth.

Everyone stand back!

Sumac shrugs, then says to Fel, Go ahead. Better to stick the pole in there then your arm orsomething.

..The pole goes in about 3' before hitting a wall.

Dagnud inspects the painting and hole more closely, but trying to not touch anything. Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26.

He also casts detect magic, just in case.

Fel retrieves the pole. Can anyone read this word? Fel points at the Kelish word with the pole.

Sumac will wait to see if someone can read the Kelish word first.
But he is thinking about tossing in his light bullet to see better inside and possibly crawling in to check anything out.

Sumac also addresses their guide, Where is this kobold and his people? Is there anything special about this bas-relief? Is there a secret door some where down here?

I do not speak Kelish. I wish I did.

Hack turns to their guid.e You know what it says?

I....I don't remember. Before is fuzzy. More and more... Kobold is both directions.

Just want to make sure I'm oriented correctly looking at the map. Starting at the doorway, going west 2 spaces and then north three spaces gets you next to the bas-relief right?
Nobody has a spell or scroll of comprehend languages huh?

Sumac first offers to cast a light spell on the tip of Fel's pole, and anyone else who wants a light source, (though I know the others have darkvision).
The halfling then tosses his light bullet into the mouth of the basrelief.
perception 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22
If he sees nothing dangerous he will actually crawl inside to get a better look. Sumac hopes to find either a small vertical shaft going down into the "throat" or up into the "sinuses". Either way looking for anything of note inside.

If finding nothing, the wee druid is ready to head north to explore

I think so, but I can't get to the map from here.

Fel, the insides of the mouth are just a cubby hole of sorts. Perhaps it was used to hold something in ages past. As for now, it's simply an empty cube.

Fel can cast comprehend languages, but only once per day. I suggest holding it until somthing more obviously important.

Fel can cast comprehend languages, but only once per day. I suggest holding it until somthing more obviously important.

What if we die before we come across something obviously more important because we failed to heed the foreboding message at the beginning of the dungeon?

mmmm... That would be embarrassing. I think we should look around a bit first. Or send a runner back to town for a terp.

Dagnud would most likely fail to heed the foreboding message even if he knew what it meant, so he continues north with Sumac.

This long, narrow room is choked with webbing. Within the webs are a number of what appear to be small, dead humanoids with dark, scaled skin, each wrapped in a cocoon of sticky webbing.

The map is here The shaded squares are difficult terrain due to the webs.

Fel stabs a cocoon with his dagger. Anything happen?

Knowledge Nature 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20
What can I find out about the webs and cocoons? How big a spider do I think it is? Do I think its multiple spiders or just one big one?

The halfling looks about the room inspecting the dust and webs and looks for tracks and trail sign. He is very wary holding a loaded sling.
Survival (tracks?) 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17

Hey guys, because it's voting day I will be sequestered at school in training I'm going to have almost no opportunity to post before 4 p.m.

Fel, the caccoon contains some type of body inside, but upon poking, Sumac gives a shout. He knows that this web belongs to a spider the size of a man! It's too late though, the disturbance of the webs triggers the hungry spider hiding to attack.

I handled the Stealth v. Perception outside of the post to avoid the giveaway. No one gets the surprise.

At the attack of the spider, the undead guide screams in joy at the help to getting her a meal. It bears its teeth and flies into a rage of fury.

Initiative:

Chud 1d20 ⇒ 2
Fel 1d20 ⇒ 14
Dagnud 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Harnac 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
Sumac 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Spider 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
Undead 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Map is here

Initiative Repost:

Harnac 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19
Fel 1d20 ⇒ 14
Spider 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
Sumac 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8
Undead 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Dagnud 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Chud 1d20 ⇒ 2

The halfling shakes his head as if minorly annoyed with himself. Its hard to tell if he is speaking to the party or to himself, Always slay undead on sight. They cant be trusted for obvious reasons. He pauses for second then seems much more annoyed with himself. Curses! That cut of pork would have made such a good after adventure meal...
Now Sumac is really pissed and ready for a fight.

not my turn just adding some color while awaiting my initiative