Thrawn's Gallows of Madness (PFSRPG) (Inactive)

Game Master Dennis Muldoon

Bristot moves up with the others, greataxe drawn and ready.

Evidently my last post didn't take when I moved people around

As you move in, the bugs (2 giant centipedes) are distracted, letting you take them by surprise.

You may all take a surprise round from your positions, and if by some chance the bugs are alive, we'll go into normal initiative.

Ingrge fires a couple of cold iron arrows at the centipedes; if the first arrow drops a centipede he'll fire the second at the other, if it doesn't he'll fire both at the same...

Longbow: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Longbow: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25

Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Seeing another bug, Hasmed goes for a quick strike!

Attack vs Red Centipede: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Bristot swings at the centipede, trying to recall what he knows about these creatures.
Attack & Damage vs. Blue Centipede: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 201d12 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Knowledge (Arcana, Dungeoneering, Local, Nature, Planes, or Religion): 1d20 + 8 + 1d6 ⇒ (10) + 8 + (1) = 19

Truddig decides that his spell won't be needed here and draws his rapier instead. He tries to pin the centipede to the ground on the point of it.

Quinn moves to the doorway and see's the others engaged with the centipedes.

"What the?"

An in the blink of an eye his slingstaff is loaded and fired as a bullet heads towards the centipedes and his new travelling companions.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (15) + 5 - 4 = 16
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Khafra swings hard at one of the bugs, but his blow nearly makes him lose his balance and he misses badly.

+1 fauchard (two-handed, power attack): 1d20 + 7 - 1 ⇒ (2) + 7 - 1 = 81d10 + 5 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 5 + 3 = 16

The centipedes are very dead, leaving a nest of eggs covered in a purple, foul smelling, jelly-like substance. After destroying the eggs and goo with cold iron, the threat in the barn is no more.

"Well done...now let's check out the other outer building before tackling the manor..."

Ingrge carefully and quietly approaches the other small building...

Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26

Stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25

Truddig quickly glances around before leaving the stables, poking his rapier around in some of the hay to make sure that nothing is left behind.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (9) + 10 = 19

Then he follows Ingrge.

Khafra follows behind, letting Ingrge do his work.

perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Quinn follows in the shadows after Ingrge.

Stealth: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 12 = 18

Hasmed follows Ingrge from a distance, looking about carefully.

The outbuildings to the east look to be a gazebo in an overgrown garden to the northwest, and what is likely a mausoleum hidden in the trees to the southeast.

The Garden
This wild garden is flush withcolors and full of scents both
sharp and sweet. A gazebo toppedwith a weather vane sits in the
northeast corner of the garden.

The Mausoleum
Hidden amid a copse of gnarled trees sits a large mausoleumof polished granite. Statues of weeping angels of greentingedbronze flank the closed entrance. A tarnished silverdoorplate on the black steel door reads, “Sarini.” Ingrge quickly spots that the wings of the angels have mechanical components in them, making them a cleverly concealed trap.

Ingrge will attempt to disable the trap...

Disable Device: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (15) + 13 = 28

Quinn hunkers down and squints as Ingrge get to work on the trap, expecting the worst.

"Thieves live short lives..."

While Ingrge is busy trying to disable a trap on the mausoleum door, Truddig give the gazebo a close inspection, just to be sure they're not missing something there.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (8) + 10 = 18

Ingrge is able to disable the wings of the angel, which he finds conceal blades and are set up to make a slashing motion to hit intruders as they enter.

Meanwhile, Truddig heads to the north to check out the gazebo. Out of the overgrown foliage, a huge sticky tongue lashes out, and instantly pulls him 10 feet through some brambles, leaving him with some irritating scratches. Truddig finds himself at the mouth of a giant frog, wrapped up in the creature's tongue.

Conditions
Any square with bushes is difficult terrain and provides 20% concealment

ROUND 2
Ingrge (finished disable)
Quinn
Khafra
Frog
Bristot
Hasmed
Truddig

Map Updated

"Uuuuuuurp!" Truddig exclaims as he's suddenly swept off his feet, before he disappears underneath the brush!

Fortitude DC 12: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14 (+2 if vs. poison, spells, or spell-like abilities)

Knowledge (nature): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16 (What do we have here? And what are its resistances, immunities, or weaknesses, if the roll is high enough?)

The poison came from being dragged through poisonous thorn bushes. So that was separate from the giant frog that has pulled you to it with it's tongue. Does not seem to have any particular resistances of note.

Khafra charges into the fray and does what he can to free Truddig. He slashes at the massive frog with his pole arm.

+1 fauchard (two-handed, power attack, charge): 1d20 + 7 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 7 - 1 + 2 = 191d10 + 5 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 5 + 3 = 16
conceal (low bad): 1d100 ⇒ 32

Qiunn's ears perk up as he hears a... "Was that a... frog?"

He turns to Ingrge and says "Sounds like the others found trouble." Then dashes off into the undergrowth.

Double move.

Anyone moving through bushes needs a DC12 fortitude save. I believe Khafra did move through and Quinn didn't? However, with the combat over, it won't be relevant.

Khafra cuts down the frog in a single cut, forcing it to release Truddig.

Combat over

The gazebo seems to be sturdy, but old. Nothing of value seems to be around.

"Thanks Khafra. That thing surprised the stones out of me." Truddig brushes himself off, and finds that he's none the worse for wear. He heads back over towards the mausoleum, where Ingrge appears to still be working on that trap.

Once Ingrge has the trap disarmed, he'll await for his friends to join him, whispering, "If one of you melee types wants to open the door, I'll cover you," as he readies his longbow...

Once inside the mausoleum, you find two stone coffins stand on a dais, and several more coffins lie on shelves built into the walls. The coffins on the dais were likely made for the baron and baroness, but their bodies were never laid to rest, and the coffins remain empty. The inconsiderate lynch mob didn't give them proper burials in this tomb after they finished.

One of the other coffins contains the bones of an adolescent boy. The corpse is still clutching an old journal, whose dedication reads “to Luca.” Moisture has rendered the journal nearly illegible, and it would likely take hours to get anything of use from it. Luca’s coffin also contains a palm-sized golden disk with a winged eye carved onto it.

Hasmed nods to Ingrge and steps in wearily, taking in the details of the mausoleum and narrating them for those outside.

Knowledge (Religion): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

"This symbol looks familiar... By all the gods, I am certain I have seen it before. An eye, surrounded by a pair of wings..."

Khafra is much more familiar with the deities of his own land.

"I am not sure I have seen this before," he says, unable to help.

"We should leave the dead to their rest. I would not disturb their repose."

knowledge religion aid: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Ingrge examines the symbol. "Perhaps Bristot might know of this symbol?"

He's got +8 to Knowledge (Religion)

He recognizes it taking 10

Quinn walks over and sort of peers through everyone's legs at whats going in inside the mausoleum.

Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22

Which deitys symbol? I can’t seem to find it.

Knowledge (religion) DC 12, take 10: 10 + 5 = 15

"Oh, that's Aroden! It's always interesting to find his relics about in the world. There are those that say he'll come back, of course. Interesting idea, that...."

Khafra has no problem believing in deities that die and come back to life, it being a large part of his culture.

"Perhaps it will come true," he says. "We haven't heard of this Luca, have we?"

"Perhaps we should take this holy symbol with us and head to the manor..."

Ingrge leaves the mausoleum and moves cautiously towards the manor, bow at the ready...

Stealth: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30

Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26

You find nothing else on the grounds of interest. Inside of the main entrance...

Paintings of people and landscapes adorn the walls of this once-grand entrance hall. A few small vases, most of them cracked or broken altogether, sit on semi-circular tables set against the west wall. A faint smell of mildew hangs in the air.

You quickly track the mildew smell to the cloak room on the western side of the entrance hall. A quick search of the room finds 5 usable cold iron bolts in a mostly rotted quiver, and 26 gold coins in a moldy purse.
There are three portraits depicting two proud-looking noblemen with prominent chins and a beautiful noble lady, and three landscapes of locations around the world.

Double doors lead north, with another door leading west down a hall.

Ingrge enters quietly and checks out the area...

Knowledge (Geography): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

Knowledge (Local): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11

"Hmm...these nobles are the Sarinis; the barons Marcius and his father, and the Baroness Sadira. The first two landscapes are of the Aspodell Mountains of Isger and a Remsiana garden in Cheliax...I am unfamiliar with the third painting..."

Knowledge (nature): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

"Hmm. Good eye, Ingrge. I only recognized the Isger one, myself."

He looks around at the rest that they'd found. "Someone should probably carry these bolts; cold iron has been helpful against these creatures affected by the purple goo."

He approaches the door to the east, checking it for trouble.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15

Quinn shaking his head and grumbling thinking it's best to not split the party on what is becoming increasingly apparent dangerous grounds, heads towards the front entrance.

Quinn shaking his head and grumbling thinking it's best to not split the party on what is becoming increasingly apparent dangerous grounds, heads towards the front entrance.

We're already inside.

Hasmed, woefully ignorant of such things, keeps pace with his other companions.

Despite knowledge of history in his own land, Khafra can't make out much from this place.

He does recognize a mountain range he had seen and concurs with Ingrge.

to the double doors, then?

k history: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
k geography/nature untrained: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (15) - 1 = 14

Quinn Burrows wrote:

Quinn shaking his head and grumbling thinking it's best to not split the party on what is becoming increasingly apparent dangerous grounds, heads towards the front entrance.

We're already inside.

Saw that, but I was still in combat mode so only did a double move.

Quinn gets to the front doors and as soon as he enters, he feels stifled and almost claustrophobic. Much more preferring the outdoors and being among nature with it's open skies than inside and contained.

"Find anythin'? he asks

Ingrge will cover whomever chooses a door to open...

You are free to move anywhere, no combat mode...do we have a door direction?

Truddig made a Perception check to investigate the eastern door; did he find anything? If not, he opens the door once others have gathered and are covering.

”The third painting is of the shipyards in Eleder, Sargava”

Knowledge (Nature): 1d20 + 1d6 + 8 ⇒ (9) + (5) + 8 = 22
Knowledge (Local): 1d20 + 1d6 + 8 ⇒ (6) + (4) + 8 = 18

You enter what looks to be a large dining room. A few pieces of silver tableware lie strewn about on a30-foot-long oak table, and more valuables are displayed ina large antique vitrine. The heads of three beasts—a dragon,lion, and goat—have been mounted above a fireplace on the
north wall.

The silver tableware you find between that on the table and other pieces in the cabinets are worth a total of about 125 gold.

Another door leads north.

Knowledge (Arcana): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (13) + 8 = 21
Knowledge (Arcana): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

"Clever" comments Hasmed as he steps into the room, looking over the heads mounted above the fireplace. "It may look like a chimera, but by the thousand gods that were, are and will be, this is not a chimera head. Just a set of different heads mounted on the wall to give you that impression."

He gestures towards the other door. "Perhaps we should try this one next" he suggests.