World's Most Interesting Confirmation (003) [PFS CORE 5-08] (Inactive)

Game Master Great Green God

Yangrit tamps down her paranoia, striding over to the corpse to examine it. Please be just dead. Please be just dead.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

There is nothing of import upon the dead man (who seems unusually pale even for someone who is dead) that is not broken or otherwise spoiled, and indeed nothing remotely salvageable in the room save a pair of beautiful golden armlets that looks like they were grown of seaweed and then gilded and set with bits of mother of pearl before being stpped on repeatedly by zombies in this room, and classical-looking longsword leaning up against the wall Ironshanks is urinating on. In addition, there are a few legible scraps of paper laying in mud apparently from a journal....

Entry from one month ago: Dear Diary, Good news! I’ve killed again! Another fish person. She was smallish, so I took her close to the pool with my magic, and then dragged the corpse back to my ‘temporary research laboratory’. Why do they come here I wonder? I guess it is enough that they do, and thank Norgorber for the secret of their gift. Still, even preserved as they are, they smell terrible. I shall need bear it only a little while longer. While my arcane research has been primarily aimed at the revivification, and subsequent control of terrestrial, former life, I feel confident that it will work as well upon these amphibious specimens.... They all said I was mad (—‘MAD’ can you conceive of it?) but soon I will have enough of these fish folk to raise an army to take back to father’s county estate, in Lozeri. Then, then when he is staked to the green, THEN AT LONG LAST, we shall see who will 'amount to naught!'

Three days later... Dear Diary, Terrible news. I used the scroll today, but misspoke the final syllable of the line ending in 'Klaatu barada nikto'. 'NIKTO'! Curse my tongue! Curse my long canines! Instead of raising the first soldiers in my army of darkness, I have done the inconceivable and instead spawned evil dead bent upon my—MY!—destruction. They come even as I pen this—AIIIIE!!!______

Kneeling by the body Yangrit can feel a slight breeze coming from a crack in the corner. Upon further investigation she finds that the "wall" is just a cleverly colored tarp concealing a narrow crack in the wall that seems to widen into a long passageway beyond.

Map updated.

Telos wanders over by Yangrit and asks her to see the diary scraps.

"I wonder if our new acquaintance at the pool was missing some friends. He'll probably want to know about this."

When he notices the secret passage she's discovery, he shines his lighted spear into it...

Yangrit tamps down her paranoia, striding over to the corpse to examine it. Please be just dead. Please be just dead.

If she actually LOOKS that nervous, Tusk will make one of the hands suddenly jerk towards her face and laugh uproariously if there is a good reaction..

Ironshanks clangs on his cod piece once more and snatches up the longsword "Found an elf or human sword over here. You'd think they'd learn to use these far better axes or hammers." He gives Yangrit the thumbs up and heads into the hidden hallway. Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

@Tusk: She didn't look nervous, as she was making a conscious effort to hide her fear. Too bad, because that would have been fun to roll play!

Yangrit wordlessly follows Ironshanks into the tunnel, wondering to herself why males tend to take the lead from her. Then she remembers the reason: she tends to let that happen, because she doesn't want to be the first in line when undead are found. Very well. Let the meat shields do their thing, she thinks halfheartedly. Most males aren't all that bad; it is mostly the ones in power that are corrupt. Them and criminal scum. Hmph.

The narrow tunnel beyond slowly rises.

By the light of Teolos's spear the party advances. After several minutes it becomes apparent that the tunnel is part of a maze of narrow cracks, and crevasses many as narrow as two-feet across.

What do you do?

@Tusk: She didn't look nervous, as she was making a conscious effort to hide her fear. Too bad, because that would have been fun to roll play!

If she is anything like my real-life wife, Tusk would have gotten a pounding :)

"I be a wonderin' why there be a hidden passage here? I best refresh me Light spell before it winks out inna middle o' battle."

Duncan understands that singing a song about skulking about is probably not a good idea at the moment, so he nocks another arrow and follows along the others.

Telos continues on through the tunnel, not minding if the leaders fall back.

"This passage is tight, even for me. The sooner we get through this..."

He scans crevices in the rock, pointing his lighted spear this way and that.

"Its gettin' pretty damn tight in here! Kobolds musta dug these damned things!" He squeezes himself through a particularly tight spot, scratching up his new plate armor "Sonova b~$@$! Maybe you can scout up ahead a bit Telos? See if we ain't wasting our time here?" He moves to a spot with a bit more room to try to let him get past.

Perception, scan for traps: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

Further encouraged by Ironshanks, Telos moves farther along with his light-spear, looking for passage through but wearily checking for traps.

Pausing a moment as she adeptly eases her way through the narrow passage, Yangrit catches something at the edge of her hearing.

"Stop everyone! I hear something... It's Janira's voice, coming from up ahead! She sounds like she's in trouble. Quickly, we have hurry!" She then mutters to herself as she scrambles along as quickly as Ironshanks will let her, "The shame I'd feel for letting that little one die when she risked her life to save all of ours, when we could've helped if only we hadn't lingered so long at that dratted pool. I truly thought we would find more of interest there."

She's alive? Probably a dwarf trick.

Ironshanks gives Yangrit a look "You sure you heard her? I didn't hear anythin'." He pauses to listen before the commotion of everyone moving makes it pointless. "Aight, let's get movin!" He doubles his efforts to move through the cramped space, following behind Telos.

Tusk runs as fast as he can, hoping to pass the dwarves and get there first, but the dang armor slows him down.

I still think its a trick, but I would hate to see them steal all the glory.

Telos darts forward! There's a noise like a giant's sandal slapping on mud followed by a sort of musical saw going 'Sproing!'sorta noise, and Telos stops. Then there's this sort of sucking sound, and he slowly moves forward again about 5 feet.

Telos feels a burning sensation as if someone was pouring lemon juice all over him.

acid damage: 1d6 - 2 ⇒ (2) - 2 = 0 1 nonlethal

Round 1! (Theme ♬)
The Bold May Act!
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__ Liv
__ Ironshanks
__ Yangrit
__ Duncan
__ Tusk
__ Telos 1 nonlethal, engulfed, pinned, Need a Fort save DC 18
__ transparent wall(?)

Map updated.

The PCs can make on Knowledge (dungeoneering) check and open all the spoilers that apply

Ironshanks moves up behind Telos "Move it or lose it kid. No time to get stuck in the mud.. er wall... er.. just move!" Ironshanks gives him a push to try to restart the halfling's stalled engines.

CMB Aid vs Grapple?: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

Duncan wonders what Telos has encountered. He tries to think of what might be down in these tunnels, and what he might have heard while he was busy learning songs.

Knowledge (Dungeoneering): 1d20 ⇒ 14

"Ye know, I think I recall hearin' bout some slimy cube thing that lived below ground and sort of oozed about. This might be one. Not sure what it does though."

Whatever it is I'll bet it burns. Where is a goblin when you need one?

Tusk briefly considers throwing an acid flask, but he's not that great of an aim when everyone is mixing things up. Then again, if he misses he might hit the dwarf. But then there is the wee halfling. To bad that bard wasn't up there instead of the halfling!

Unless a spot opens up to get into melee...

In the end, Tusk once again stows his ax and pulls his bow and starts lining up a shot.

Knowledge (dungeoneering): 1d20 ⇒ 9

Impatient, Yangrit pulls out her sling and fires past where she sees Telos's ear. "We don't have time for this!"

Sling: 1d20 + 3 - 4 ⇒ (10) + 3 - 4 = 91d4 ⇒ 4
Firing into melee

"Sure it might have been stupid to run through a camp full of minotaurs and then through a aerie full of harpies to throw them off, but did Kala, Daughter of Krokum care that it was sort of dumb that she named her wolverine 'Stinky' when really it's obviously a skunk, of possibly a musk ox's name? No, she went ahead and did it! Because that is the Pathfinder way!" Janira's distant, breathless, high-pitched, and slightly panicky voice echoes down the tunnel. The proclamation has a sort of bolstering effect on the party.

Inspire Courage +1 morale bonus on saving throws against charm and fear effects and a +1 competence bonus on attack and weapon damage rolls.

It is followed by a loud, bestial bellow, that has nearly the opposite effect.

"Hey guys I think I found the way throuuu.."

*splorch*

Fortitude: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

Telos falls paralyzed. He settles into the ooze like it's an easy-chair.

Firing into melee

And through cover (Ironshanks) too.

Ironshanks moves up behind Telos "Move it or lose it kid. No time to get stuck in the mud.. er wall... er.. just move!" Ironshanks gives him a push to try to restart the halfling's stalled engines.

CMB Aid vs Grapple?

It's something like a grapple. At this point Telos is encased in the stuff, stuck in the pose he was in when he hit it, like a dead fly in soft amber. In order to complete the move Ironshanks is going for he'll have to make a Fort save (DC 18).

Ironshanks arm passes into the wobbly gelatin thing as a sling stone bounces off his back.

Inspire Courage +1 morale bonus on saving throws against charm and fear effects and a +1 competence bonus on attack and weapon damage rolls.

Round 1! (Theme ♬)
The Bold May Act!
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__ Liv
__ Ironshanks Need a Fort save DC 18
__ Yangrit
__ Duncan
__ Tusk
__ Telos 1 nonlethal, engulfed, pinned, paralyzed
__ transparent wall(?)

Map updated.

Fort Save, DC18: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

Ironshank's arm tingles a bit as he tries to haul the kid out of the goop "Now yer takin' a nap? This ain't preschool son! We gotta save Janira!"

Duncan sings his song to inspire his friends and he digs for a flask of Alchemist's Fire, only to realize he used it on those fleas!

He thinks to himself, "Argh! The only thing I got left is me bow and arrows!"

Lucky Dwarf! Now that would have been amusing, though bad for the party, had he been paralyzed too. I don't know if Tusk would have been able to attack, being doubled up from laughter and all.

Isn't Janira already inspiring us? I don't think double inspiration helps.

"Sure it might have been stupid to run through a camp full of minotaurs and then through a aerie full of harpies to throw them off, but did Kala, Daughter of Krokum care that it was sort of dumb that she named her wolverine 'Stinky' when really it's obviously a skunk, of possibly a musk ox's name? No, she went ahead and did it! Because that is the Pathfinder way!" Janira's distant, breathless, high-pitched, and slightly panicky voice echoes down the tunnel. The proclamation has a sort of bolstering effect on the party.

Inspire Courage +1 morale bonus on saving throws against charm and fear effects and a +1 competence bonus on attack and weapon damage rolls.

It is followed by a loud, bestial bellow, that has nearly the opposite effect.

@World's Most Interesting GM: Ha! I see what you did there. Yeah, Kala's not very imaginative. If Stinky ever dies, she'll name his replacement Smelly (then Stupid, then Stupid again, then Rat, then Creatures, if she needs that many replacements).

**Liv Bot Mobilized**

K Dungeoneering: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

Wondering what the hold up is, Liv moves up to get a better look, she rolls her eyes like a 15 year old girl would when asked a question in school, followed by the expected know-it-all attitude "It is a small gelatinous cube--a gelatinous serving, if you will. It is only about 5-foot on a side. It is a sort of ooze." She blurts out.

When the others look on expectedly for more information she shakes her head and mutters something about needing to go to the bathroom before continuing. "Cublettes like this are 'dungeon cleaners' and have a powerful paralytic and corrosive touch that can eat through anything this side of metal or stone. Does that answer your questions? Geez! Just hit the thing already!"

She winds up and throws a 'b$*&$ slap' of force at it. Ranged Touch, Telekinetic Fist, Point Blank, Inspire, Cover, Melee: 1d20 + 3 + 1 + 1 - 4 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 3 + 1 + 1 - 4 - 4 = 81d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

**Liv Bot Mobilized**

Thanks! I was just about to do that. Great mimes walk against the wind alike.

Ironshank's arm tingles a bit as he tries to haul the kid out of the goop "Now yer takin' a nap? This ain't preschool son! We gotta save Janira!"

I'm treating your previous die roll as a steal attempt, at which Ironshanks succeeds. Add about 45 pounds to Ironshanks overall load for he has successfully pick-pocketed a gelatinous cube of one halfling!

There's furious reverse sucking noise as Ironshanks pulls the gelatin-covered halfling free.

As the cubelette wobbles a corner toward the dwarf, and his burden there is **BOING-NG-NG-G-G!** noise as Liv's telekinetic fist hits the thing's metaphorical nose leaving it metaphorically stunned.

It doesn't last though, and the thing surges forward!

The gelatinous cube can simply engulf [Medium] or smaller creatures in its path as a standard action. The gelatinous cube merely has to move over the opponents, affecting as many as it can cover. Opponents can make attacks of opportunity against the cube, but if they do so they are not entitled to a saving throw. Those who do not attempt attacks of opportunity can attempt a DC 10 Reflex save to avoid being engulfed—on a success, they are pushed back or aside (opponent’s choice) as the cube moves forward. Engulfed creatures are subject to the cube’s paralysis and acid, gain the pinned condition, are in danger of suffocating, and are trapped within its body until they are no longer pinned. The save DC is Strength-based.

Ironshanks can either take an attack of opportunity (if he can) or make a Reflex save (DC 10) to get out of the way.

Duncan Did you have anything else you wanted to do besides inspire, since Janira is providing that unknowingly?

SHOOT IT!!!

Duncan raises his bow and fires an arrow at the scary blobby thing! His mind is racing as he begins to wonder if the arrow will do anything if he even manages to hit it.

Arrow: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 3 + 1 = 231d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Modifiers for cover are not included. Duncan has PBS and PS.

Good thing he's a Dwarf, he may now be slightly into his heavy load range.

Reflex Save DC10: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Fort Save DC18: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21

Ironshanks tries to get out of the way, but hell, he's a Dwarf in full plate for a reason. The ooze fully engulfs him and his Halfling backpack. While you can't hear him, you can definitely seeing him moving inside the jelly, mouthing extremely foul words in Dwarven. Oh now its going down you overgrown jello shot!

He thrashes and attempts to walk through the jelly and emerge out the far side. Grapple: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

acid damage v Ironshanks and Telos: 1d6 - 2 ⇒ (4) - 2 = 2

Ironshanks does his best forced mime impression of dwarf walks through gelatinous cube with paralyzed comrade ever seen and comes out the other side only slightly singed.

Inspire Courage +1 morale bonus on saving throws against charm and fear effects and a +1 competence bonus on attack and weapon damage rolls.

Round 2! (Theme ♬)
The Bold May Act!
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__ Liv
__ Ironshanks -2 hp
__ Yangrit
__ Duncan
__ Tusk
__ Telos -2 hp, 1 nonlethal, paralyzed
__ transparent wall(?) -10 hp

Map updated.

This is getting to be a bad habit. Once again the half-orc stows his bow and draws his ax, and, against his better judgment, moves up near to the squishy thing.

"If a dwarf can do it, I can do it!" he announces, which may very well be his famous last words.

He can move as far as where Liv is. I am going to assume that Liv moves out of her spot so Tusk can move in. Otherwise I will have to redo his move or have him shoot his bow instead.

Duncan sees his arrow may have done actual damage! Heartened by the idea, and utterly terrified at the thought of getting close to that horrifying creature, he nocks another arrow and lets fly!

Arrow: 1d20 + 3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 3 + 1 + 1 = 141d6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 + 1 = 7

"Rrrrgh!" Frustrated that she cannot get a good shot at the cube, Yangrit squeezes through a narrow crevasse to her left. Fortunately, it leads around and gives her a view of the cube. She fumbles with her sling in the tight space...

Sling: 1d20 + 3 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 3 + 1 - 4 = 181d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Includes inspiration and cover

The paralyzed Telos backpack can only let his arms drape as straps to stay affixed to the dwarf, and move his mouth only a little.

"Mmmmm... not ready are you." Spontaneous misplaced Yoda voice

Whatever he was trying say is horribly slurred by the paralysis.

This is getting to be a bad habit. Once again the half-orc stows his bow and draws his ax, and, against his better judgment, moves up near to the squishy thing.

"If a dwarf can do it, I can do it!" he announces, which may very well be his famous last words.

He can move as far as where Liv is. I am going to assume that Liv moves out of her spot so Tusk can move in. Otherwise I will have to redo his move or have him shoot his bow instead.

Hearing Tusk shout the verbal equivalent of 'Hey! Watch this!' Livbot feels it incumbent upon herself to move away from the moving wall of ooze and the half-orc.

However realizing that she is the most qualified person (for everything really) to stop the advancing blob cube she takes another telekinetic whack at it.

Ranged Touch, Telekinetic Fist, (Point Blank, Inspire, Cover): 1d20 + 3 + 1 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 3 + 1 + 1 - 4 = 17 damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

From somewhere outside a still flustered Janira shouts:

"As Polanco 'the brogue-laden' Goldhammer said when he found himself locked in combat with the fearsome Flesh-warped Queen: FILTHY MONGREL, lae thes place ay ancient wonder! Och Aiee! Hoots Mon!'" She has to do something hideous to her voice to strike what the party imagines to be the original speaker's 'tain', and unknown to all present manages to sound even more garbled.

Inspire Courage +1 morale bonus on saving throws against charm and fear effects and a +1 competence bonus on attack and weapon damage rolls.

"Rrrrgh!" Frustrated that she cannot get a good shot at the cube, Yangrit squeezes through a narrow crevasse to her left. Fortunately, it leads around and gives her a view of the cube. She fumbles with her sling in the tight space...[/ooc]

Squeezed is right, but Yangrit still manages to hit.

A hail of fire both mundane and magical rain down upon the thing like the first drops of storm upon the surface of a sideways pond. The mundane ones stick.

The gelatinous cube finding that dwarves go through it like--well, dwarves through a gelatinous cube, advances onto Tusk just as Tusk (and Livbot) had hoped.

The gelatinous cube can simply engulf [Medium] or smaller creatures in its path as a standard action. The gelatinous cube merely has to move over the opponents, affecting as many as it can cover. Opponents can make attacks of opportunity against the cube, but if they do so they are not entitled to a saving throw. Those who do not attempt attacks of opportunity can attempt a DC 10 Reflex save to avoid being engulfed—on a success, they are pushed back or aside (opponent’s choice) as the cube moves forward. Engulfed creatures are subject to the cube’s paralysis and acid, gain the pinned condition, are in danger of suffocating, and are trapped within its body until they are no longer pinned. The save DC is Strength-based.

Tusk can either take an attack of opportunity or make a Reflex save (DC 10) to get out of the way. If he takes the attack he must make the Fort save (DC 18) or be paralyzed for some length of time.

Inspire Courage +1 morale bonus on saving throws against charm and fear effects and a +1 competence bonus on attack and weapon damage rolls.

Round 3! (Theme ♬)
The Bold May Act!
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__ Liv
__ Ironshanks -2 hp
__ Yangrit
__ Duncan
__ Tusk
__ Telos -2 hp, 1 nonlethal, paralyzed
__ gelatinous serving -22 hp

Map updated.

I moved Ironshanks his full 20' movement away from the cube after his exit. If that isn't possible then move him back.

Ironshanks smirks as the ooze rolls into the orc Let's see how he likes that! The elder Dwarf drops his cargo with an unceremonious thud, quickly drawing out his longbow and an arrow. "Nice clear shot from this side!" He takes aim and seems to wait a few moments to see how the orc fares before firing.

Longbow, Inspire: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 5 + 1 = 251d8 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 3 + 1 = 10

Duncan trembles as he pulls another arrow from his quiver and fits the nock to the bowstring. "A life of adventure, they said. Go see strange, new places and meet new, interesting people, they said. No one said anything about dying in some hole in the ground as some blob dissolves you in acid."

Scared all the way down to his little toes, Duncan raises his bow, aims, and fires again!

Arrow: 1d20 + 3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 3 + 1 + 1 = 231d6 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 + 1 = 7

I moved Ironshanks his full 20' movement away from the cube after his exit. If that isn't possible then move him back.

Ironshanks sure can.

Tusk is no idiot, having seen it roll over the others, and scuttles side-wards into the passage he previously earmarked for the occasion as it advances.

reflex ST: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

Then with a flurry of swings he brings both whetstone sharpened blades into action.

To Hit: 1d20 ⇒ 16
damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

To Hit: 1d20 ⇒ 16
damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

With ease he lands both blows on the big clunky blob of ooze and they meet the squishy substance with noisy *splat* sounds.

Liv takes a few steps back from the cube of gel and once more forms a spectral shovel to SMACK it.

Telekinetic fist: 1d20 + 4 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 + 1 - 4 = 191d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Seeing Ironshanks fire an arrow at the blob, Yangrit begrudgingly decides to hold her ground as it slithers out of her view around the corner. It bugs her that she isn't helping fight the thing, but it's not going to help anyone if she gets caught in any crossfire. She pivots sideways so she can see both entrances to her little hidey place, just in case it or something else tries to ambush her in there.

"Mreh, dwarf ba ith ithy"

Still paralyzed. I can be a backpack while you run.

"Mreh, dwarf ba ith ithy"

Still paralyzed. I can be a backpack while you run.

"Yer makin' less sense than usual kid, just keep still, yer throwin' off my aim!" He readies another arrow.

Before Tusk can land a second blow the gelatin shot looses all structural integrity and subsides into a heap.

END COMBAT!

Folks who hadn't gone by the time Tusk went, and are not a backpack, can restate this turn.