The Horror, the Horror! A Golarion Adventure.

Game Master Crayfish Hora

Wow, how did it get so many actions? It did a full attack, a move action to pick up the sunrod, a 5' step, and then another move to fly (which, btw, means it can't 5' step)?

It took three turns, is how. Three attacks, three movements.

I'll take my AoO for it picking up the sunrod. Anyone else that had moved next to it would get one too.

attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
damage: 1d8 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

Same, but I/Haltak really took leave of senses there.
attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23
damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Oi, time to retreat or think aboot a diff'rent strategy...

Wen his turn comes up, Haltak casts cure moderate wounds with one of his remaining spell slots.

cure: 2d8 + 3 ⇒ (6, 5) + 3 = 14
HP = 28/36

Whincing from the pain, Phaust shoves his blade up, deep into the beast.
Gandasa: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
Dmg.: 2d4 + 1 + 2d4 + 1 + 2d4 + 1 ⇒ (3, 3) + 1 + (4, 4) + 1 + (3, 3) + 1 = 23 D-A-M-N!!!

The beast squawked and screeched as Phaust stabbed into the beast's talon as it grabbed the sunrod, filthy blood splurting upwards from the wound and covering the three men. The other weapons followed before the beast rose into the air. It screeched angrily at those below it, probably going to take flight after those attacks.

It was pretty high up there and the adventurers' turn.

1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

How far away is the beast now? Are we still in combat?

"That was... disturbing. It seemed to be angered by the light."

Akurna produces a wand. "Who needs healing?"

None of you guys have your current HP vs. Total HP listed in your status bar, so I don't know who has damage.

It's about 80 ft away. You are in combat, unless you don't wish to take other actions. The beast looks to be flying away.

Akurna can't really hurt it at that range. Anyone else?

"It galls me to let it go, but I can't really do much to it from here."
Turning to Akurna, "I think we all got a little banged up in that skirmish."

"I'll live fer now lass. Save it fer another."

Haltak looks like he's technically correct, but is certainly cut up.

HP 28/36

The gray-skinned Phaust gurgles, "I'll have whatever you're offering." Stunned by his own faux pas, Phaust continues "I-I didn't mean it to sound like that."

11/30

Note to self, fix Phaust's class tab to include vitals.

"I-I didn't mean it to sound like that."

Akurna smiles quietly, as she approaches to tend to Phaust's wounds.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Phaust should now be at 27/30 which is probably enough for now. Haltec: what are your HP at?

"Does anyone have more light?"

HP 28/36

Nawt more than this Haltak recasts light as necessary.

"I've got a sunrod", Phaust states. The church agent pulls off his backback to find the sunrod.

Phaust should now be at 27/30 which is probably enough for now. Haltec: what are your HP at?

Horec: What about you?

I took 11 damage

Akurna turns and uses the wand on Horec.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

"There you are. Now... what can we salvage out of this situation? Any of you ever seen anything like that before?"

Phaust shakes his head. "That's a new one on me. Do we have everybody?"

Phaust shakes his head. "That's a new one on me."

Really, guys? Am I the only one with a knowledge skill?

Crayfish said it wasn't undead, so my Knowledge (religion) is useless, but I can check if it's an outsider.
Knowledge (planes): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10 Well, that don't help.

..but I can check if it's an outsider.

My bet would either be outsider or magical beast. Possibly fae - that would be my third choice.

"I've been around a few unsavory things in my time..."
knowledge religion: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
knowledge arcana: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
knowledge planes: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
knowledge nature: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
knowledge dungeoneering: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
knowledge local: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18

"Well, it sounded just like a raven - maybe warped by dark magic like the hounds? They had two heads and their maws dropped something unnatural, diseased maybe. I might be infected, but I'm not sure. "

I wonder if I can either tell if I'm diseased or more about it and/or treat myself

heal: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17

"I'll need to remove my armor to take a look, and I don't want to do that out here. When we can't do anything more to identify the bodies, we should retreat to some kind of shelter. I'd rather not die so soon into my quest."

"Agreed." With that, Phaust helps walk Haltak back to the church.

The dwarf and Phaust begin to walk off back to town, their sunrod's light being attacked by the darkness, threatening to consume it. The others can follow, but there were things hidden around the pile of corpses. Akurna and Horec were slowly left without a light source though.

Akurna calls out to Horec and Phaust.

"Hey, wait! Bring that light back here for just a few minutes."

If they don't, I will follow them back to town, but if not:

"We need to look over these bodies. There is a mystery here. How did the fragments of the priests' robes end up among these bodies, which are not the bodies of the priests?"

Given time, Akurna will take 20 on perception to search the area.

perception take 20: 20 + 10 = 30

"When we get the chance, I should want to bring a cart back here to haul these bodies back to the graveyard. Who knows what mischief could happen if they are not properly buried?"

"Fair enough", concedes Phaust. Having the dwarf hold the light for the others, the ustalavan assists in Akurna's investigation.
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

There were several small strands and patches of priest wear hanging along the tree branches, with some of the patches wedged in between bodies at certain points. The trail continued behind the rock and off into the darkness. There was a painting of a burning barn and panicking horses underneath a body. It seemed to be mostly in tact, and dry, as the body was decomposing yet.

"Why would there be a painting here? I don't know what to make of that. It's certainly an unusual subject for a painting."

"And the priest robes... perhaps the priests are all right, but their robes were torn in a battle here? With these men? Or perhaps with those animals."

"So, perhaps not time to take our rest yet then aye? If'n you wish, lead on lass and I'll follow. Forgive me but I'll prob'ly nowt be takin' yer suggestions on where ta stand for a wee bit...

"I know you are concerned about your wound, but perhaps we should continue on this trail a little further."

"If I have to drag you both back to the church", grumbled Phaust, "I will"!
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25

The travelers follow the trail of cloth to the mouth of a hungry cave, it's jaws large and dripping with cool moisture. A minecart lay toppled over the tracks that have long since been decayed. A light just around the lip of the cave flickered in the darkness and voices grew hushed as the travelers neared.

"Shhh... I heard voices up ahead a moment ago. And there is lght up ahead."

"Let's go quietly from here."

I'll take 10 on stealth for a 9.

"...Lass, t'aint really me style..."

Stealth take ten is 7

Stealth: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 1 = 13
Phaust follow the clerics into the cave, gandasa in hand.

Horec smiles at one of the few bits of humor to intrude on the horrors of the day and follows as well.

From inside the cave, just as the clanking of two heavily armored people bounce off of the walls, a voice was heard, "Whoever is out there, you better answer, or I'll cut you down. I swear it!" The voice sounded familiar to Akurna. It was definitely male, "Who are you? Are you from the village?"

"Yes!" shouts Akurna. "It's Akurna, the village priestess! Who's there?"

The male voice answered back, "Begone then! You condemned us to die; I won't let you come in! You're not allowed, so begone!" A woman's voice echoed off of the walls of the cave, not yelling, "Our son is hurt though. Perhaps we should ask the priestess for--" The male voice cut her off, "If she sets foot in here, she'll kill us. That's what the elf said. I..I love him but we can find another way. We'll look for herbs or something."

Then the male voice waited a bit, before he yelled again, "You still there? Get lost!"

"I have condemned no one!" Akurna shouts back. "Nor do I wish anyone's death."

"Who is this elf you speak of? Is it Charlie? The town ruled that he was guilty of murder, though I did not think there was enough proof for that. But even he I do not seek to kill; rather I seek to understand what has happened."

"Foul creatures are afoot out here. I swear I mean you no harm, and I will help your son if I can. Perhaps we could talk face to face?"

diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11 Meh.

The male voice became angrier, "That elf saved us from you priests! You wanted to burn us alive; don't tell me you didn't condemn us. Don't lie to me.." He was so angry that he was probably shedding tears at this point.

The male voice answered off of the cave walls, "You are one of those creatures. You are nothing more than a monster. Leave; I have nothing more to say to the likes of you."

"You can back the fu<* up right now!"
Phaust unleashes a burst of channeled energy.
Channel Energy: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Akurna moves up to the doorway. She holds her holy symbol high.

"Come out, I command you!"

Using channel energy to use Command Undead. Will DC 14 to resist, if they are undead that is.

The other two watch Phaust and Akurna shout back into the cave. A pulse of energy ripples through the darkness and Akurna holds her holy symbol. The party is still sitting at the lip of the cave, but they are within 30 something ft, by how close the torch-light is. All this commotion though..

At Akurna's words, the man's voice and some other, younger men reply back with several swears and a prominent, "Go to hell!"

Phaust, you channel positive or negative energy? Or if you can channel both, which one you channeling now?

Always positive. Being an undead slayer, Phaust wants to destroy undead, not empower it.