Wrath of the Righteous Table Resurgence (Inactive)

Game Master nightdeath

setting up

Armasse officially began at noon, with the blessing of the festival by Lord Hulrun himself, ruler of Kenabres. The crowd gathered in Clydwell Plaza quieted as the aged inquisitor took the stage, clad in shining, resplendent armor. He cleared his throat, but just as he was about to speak, a bright light shone from the west, as if the sun were rising from the wrong direction. Hulrun’s shadow fell huge and distorted across the cathedral’s facade. A moment later, the sound of a thunderous explosion ripped through the air and earth, along with a violent tremor.

To the west, the fortress known as the Kite—the location of Kenabres’s wardstone—had vanished. In its place, a brilliant plume of red fire, lightning, and smoke erupted into the heavens.

A moment later, a powerful roar accompanied a welcome sight rising from the crowd—Kenabres’s greatest guardian, the ancient silver dragon Terendelev, who had until that moment been attending the opening ceremony disguised as a human. Above, another form appeared, as nightmarish as the dragon was breathtaking. A humanoid shape three times the size of any man, with skin coated in fire and lightning, gripped a flaming sword and whip. The creature’s identity was immediately obvious: Khorramzadeh, the Storm King of the Worldwound, had come to Kenabres!

As the ground continued to shake and disgorge demons into the streets, the dragon and the balor lord clashed above. The fight was over in a few harrowing moments, as the balor cut deep into Terendelev’s body, swooping down to strike the dragon and arresting her charge. A few more blows, and the titanic duo spiraled downward toward the crowd.

The sight of the dragon smashing into the facade of the Cathedral of St. Clydwell is one no witness would ever forget. At that moment, a titanic demon erupted at the far end of the plaza, reducing several buildings to ruins as it smashed into this world. The rift it created shot across the plaza, and this time there was no escape—it opened below your feet, angling away into darkness.

Even as you fell, the dragon noticed your plight. Though she saw death standing over her, she seized this final chance to save a few more souls. After she uttered a few arcane words and stretched out a bleeding talon, you felt her magic take hold of you, slowing your plummet into the darkness as if you were feathers falling into a pit. Yet the fall remained as inexorable, and as you drifted downward into the depths, the last thing you saw was the Storm King standing before the ancient silver dragon, his sword lashing out and cleaving full through her neck. As her severed head fell, the rift above you slammed shut, and the light of the world above was gone.

Darkness fills your vision. When you awake throbbing pain floods your body, your throat is dry and your muscles start to signal life flowing within your veins as you pause to take stock of your surroundings. The caravan you are in is dark as far as you can tell, there seems to be no one else but you. Are there Survivors or are you alone?

However the case, deep inside you know, the first step towards a long journey has begun. Where will your path take you?

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Garrett sits up spitting dirt from his mouth. "Damn, I've got to get back up there!"

He'll look around for a path back to the surface perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6 (darkvision)

Katia roll to her feet, keeping as silent as she could. "How could that happen? Is Terendelev really dead ?" In her mind, the images of the fight still replay on and on as if she was looking to for a way to change it. My lady Desna, guard Terendelev soul and guide my back as you protected me before so I can avenge him and all that have perished today.

Then, shaking her head, she focuses on more pressing matters. Relying on her darkvision and readying her bow, she looks around her for signs of more survivors or for a path out.

Sorry forgot the perception check

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

I'm guessing there isn't any way to return to the surface right now so I'll give Garrett's next thought...

Garrett casts daylight on the tip of his bow and calls out, "Anyone else alive down here? Gather together on me."

Lethander slowly sat upright and checked himself for damage. He was relieved that other than sore muscles, he seemed to be okay.
The flash of light which suddenly blinded him came as a surprise, for a short moment he worried it was caused by brain damage. But when his eyes started adapting to the light that concern vanished and made room for another just as big.
The city, no, The wardstone had fallen!
How could this have happened? Weakness. Celebration instead of preparation. The demons, despite their chaotic nature, or perhaps it was just because of it, were better prepared for war.

"I'm here. And alive, I think.", he said, looking around him with his hand raised before his eyes to block some of the light. "Would you mind dimming that light a bit? My headache is bad enough as is."

Abigail was lying face down off to the side. she starts to stir trying to shake off the shock of what happened.

She blinks a few times as she adjusts to the new situation and sits up, rubbing the dirt from her face and es[ecially her eyes.

As her Darkvision starts to kick in there is a sudden blast of light, catching her by surprise. She quickly closes her eyes attempting to give herslef more time to adjust.

I see I am not the only one that survived. Tahnk the Dawnflower for small miracles.

Abigail now adjusted attempts to stand finding her footing a bit off on the uneven floor, still she manages, using her spear as a staff for support.

Is anyone hurt?

perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10

Between all of you, you gather that all of you survive so far however..........

Crushed bodies, young and old. Children who'll never smile again, their faces in eternal terror. Couples embracing, crushed by either their fall or fallen Buildings.

Lethander sees a fellow scholar, never again will he discourse on arcane theories.

Garrret sees a mother and her child in eternal embrace, what seems to be their father/husband reaching out agonized pain etched on his face. Futile in knowing what is to come but unable to prevent it, impaled in the chest.

Katia Shelensdottir sees the matron of the house of Desna, her skull crushed only recognizable by her robes of office.

Here and there are only bodies and smashed buildings but there are four specks of shine glittering in the rubble.

Trying to ignore the mass of dead people aroud her, Katia recalls the pictures of her devastated village. Once again I will survive. Don't think. Don't think. Just move and do it.

"You Sir, with the light, please keep where you are. I'm going to try to bring the injured there so we can treat them.", says Katia to the armored archer with all the calm she can summon.

Relying on her own senses, Katia moves towards the faintest male voice calling for help.

Zakon picks himself up off the cold floor feeling his fur cloak ripped and wrapped in knots around his waist. Consciousness tears away the cobwebs revealing the dark cavern and debris. He coughs twice and spits out the remaining dust caught in his throat. His thoughts race from anger to despair after seeing nearby dead civilians until logic took hold.

Thanks be to Abadar. My life was saved a second time at the same place two years ago. The first by a paladin and now by an ancient silver dragon. But what can I do when powerful demons destroy Kenabres? Survive. Do not give up. Focus on hope even when I only feel despair. But where is hope?

A bright light appears in his peripheral and he announces his presence. "My name is Zakon Hellborn. I am not wounded. Can anyone hear me?" Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 10

Hearing a loud yell, Zakon hustles to Horgus and sincerely asks, "What can I do to help?"

Zakon is a devilish looking humanoid dressed in black studded leather and carrying a backpack, shortbow and quiver with an cold iron Aldori Dueling Sword hanging from his belt. Hundreds of tiny, fishhook-like needles dotting the surface of a black vest appear as fireflies in the night sky.

Katia kneels by the wounded. "I'm here. Don't worry now, I've found you. I'm Katia. Can you tell me your name and where you are injured?"

While trying to reassure the man, she looks to locate his injuries and asses his status.
Untrained heal check: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

If she finds it necessary, she casts a CLW spell for 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 HP.

"I need some help over here, there's an heavily injured elf. I think he's a wizzard or somethink like that. He's stable now but I won't be able to carry him back alone" calls Katia.

Then, turning back to the elf, she presses on questioning him if only to prevent him from falling inconscious. "Can you hear me, Sir? If you can, press my hand. And if you can talk, please tell me your name. We're going to carry you back with the other survivors."

Garrett will go over to where Katia is tending to the wounded elf, "Actually nobody has converged anywhere yet. Let him rest where his is. We can gather here as well as anywhere. Do you have another light source? This one will only last for ten minutes."

Garrett will go over to where Katia is tending to the wounded elf, "Actually nobody has converged anywhere yet. Let him rest where his is. We can gather here as well as anywhere. Do you have another light source? This one will only last for ten minutes."

"No, but I usually don't need one. Just like you should not.", replies Katia with a quick look at Garrett Aasimar traits. "Maybe one of the others have torches or can cast a light spell. I never learned. at least we won't die of thirst. creating water is one thing I can do."

Waiting for the injured elf to answer, she adds to Garrett: "By the way, I'm Katia Shelensdottir, I was supposed to start as a scout in a newly formed templar unit after the festival."

Lethander wasn't a healer but, being a wizard, he thought perhaps he might know the man.
Stupid celebration. So many dead... And this will be just the beginning. If the wardstone has fallen...
As he approached the wizard, he snapped at the haughty man barking orders. "Oh shut up! You've got a really strange way of asking for help, you know. Besides, did that rock you're trapped under hit your head, too? Did you not see what happened? Kenabres has fallen, who knows what horrors are going on above us right now. What home do you expect to return to? Maybe this cave is the safest place in the city..."
He knelt next to the wizard and checked to see if he recognized the man or could tell anything from the style of his robe and book.
"Speaking of which, does anyone know where the heck we are?"

Horgus maybe a man trapped but he certainly has a loud voice.

"You Peasant!!! How dare you talk to one of the most esteemed Noble in Kenabres!! One such as you should know your place. What I have is riches of which I can reward you with if you but get me out of this."

Your spell may have stopped him from bleeding out but the elf has now fallen unconsious and his wounds seem to have worsened.
Require a Heal Check. DC 15

As of now there doesn't seem to be any survivors except the few of you. There could be others but you won't be able to tell until you do a through search.

As the elf condition seems to worsen, Katia tries to save him as best as she can, washing and binding his wounds. Heal check: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

"Deal. I could use some help over here. And no, I have no idea where we are exactly." Zakon looks at the elven wizard with keen curiosity as he feebly attempts to pull Horgus free from the rocks. Strength check: 1d20 ⇒ 1

Not about to steal a man's spellbook, Lethander left the book with the wizard. "An evoker. Golarion can use more of them if they want to stand a chance against the abyss.", he said with much respect in his voice.
He examined the man's wounds and then gently touched his arm while muttering some words, resulting in a very faint glow beneath his hands. Casting resistance "I wish I could do anything more to help him, but odds are I'll do more harm than good when it comes to healing."

He slowly got up from his knees and walked away from the wounded wizard, towards the self-proclaimed nobleman. Lethander stopped walking when his feet were little more than an inch away from the man's body and leaned over him so he had to look directly down when addressing the haughty man.
"My place, Esteemed Noble", he said in a voice which had nothing of his former respect in it, "is right in front and above a weak and helpless man who, if he does not apologize and asks for my help in a polite manner, might starve to death trapped alone in a dark cave below a burning city... Unless the demons find and eat him first, which is certainly a good possibility.
Perhaps it is you who should know his place. The circumstances seem to dictate a small reevaluation."

Heal check.: 1d1d20 ⇒ 4
Don't really know what for. Any interaction with the nobleman. Possible a strength check, but only if he does apologize.: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (18) - 1 = 17

"No, but I usually don't need one. Just like you should not.", replies Katia with a quick look at Garrett Aasimar traits. "Maybe one of the others have torches or can cast a light spell. I never learned. at least we won't die of thirst. creating water is one thing I can do."

Waiting for the injured elf to answer, she adds to Garrett: "By the way, I'm Katia Shelensdottir, I was supposed to start as a scout in a newly formed templar unit after the festival."

Garrett nods in greeting, "Garrett Carr, Knight of Ozem. Very junior Knight of Ozem. And you're right, I don't need the light for myself. It's a beacon and light source for those with less acute night vision. You're likely much more adept at triage than me. I can stay with this elf if you wish to help the other wounded."

wow go out for a few hours and everybody shows up, looks like Abigail isn't needed right now, Katia has it all in hand

Abigail tries to gather what she can of the situation. by the time she is able to pull herself together the wounded are being tended the trapped are being rescued.

instead she goes to see if there are more survivors that have not yet been discovered.

it may be a blessing that there are two skilled healers here. she says to nobody in particular.

As she makes her way around checking for others she may eventually see the elf being tended by Katia.

heal skill if it is needed: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20 observing the work done so far. she sees that the wounded Elf's bandages are sufficient for now.

the obvious priestess of Sarenrae continues to check for other injured.

"Desna be blessed, a healer." replies Katia with relief at Abigail.

"I'm not really a healer. Just what I learnt from home and a few spells. There is a woman over there that called for help. Can you do something for her?"

Katia points in the direction of the woman call.

Besides Horgus who's by now seething, the blinded and severely wounded elf, another survior has being found.

A female human who's leg has being broken,dressed in leather armor, a shortbow and 4 arrows and her backpack on her back. She seem relieved to see all of you.

Abigail heads over to see the woman that called for help. looking her over to see what she can do.

heal skill for initial assessment and triage: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

Abigail deftly scrounges up enough materials to create a splint and treat wounds on the human woman. She relaxes better now.

"Thank you for your help", says Katia to Abigail. "I'm Katia, follower of the Great Dreamer. But I have no formal training inhealing, just what the goddess granted me. now that yopu are here, I can go and have a quick look around. We need to gather every thing we can if we want to survive."

Leaving both injured under the guard of the Dawnflower healer, Katia first tries to locate the four shiny things she saw when Garrett cast his spell, then she will look for any other survivor or any usefull supply she can find.

Is there any possible way to free Horgus from the rubble? I ask the survivors to help and assist. STR: 1d20 ⇒ 5

Zakon realises that to help the rather loud Horgus, one might need knowledge of engineering in order to move that slab of rock.

I'm assuming take 20 on perception and taking from the ruins and the dead

The Injured Elf male and Human female are left under the care of Abigail and are both out of danger for now.

Garrett moves over to examine the rock on Horgus, "I can help lift the rock but I know nothing of engineering."

So no response from the noble other than being angry at Lethander's comments? If not for a strength check, doesn't a 19 on a diplomacy check work in any way?

Could casting Grease on (a surface of) the rock help slip it off the nobleman, or cast it on the nobleman to make it much easier pulling him out?

As Lethander ponders his options which happen to be viable, one must admire his calm and unwavering demeanour as Horgus proceeds to unleash a torrent of abuse which is sadly limited to 'Peasants', 'wealth', 'nobles' and bookworms which is shut off upon Garrett's appearance.

"My good man, surely one such holy warrior would be able to get me out of this and escort me to back to my home. I'll see you greatly rewarded and your church a generous donation."

Garrett looks down and notices with apparent surprise that he's still wearing his Knights of Ozem tabard, "I forgot I was wearing that. Back in the city it's helpful to display ones rank and affiliation. It opens doors that might otherwise be closed. In our current situation honors and birth mean next to nothing. Actions and common courtesy have more weight." He'll take the tabard off and stow it in his pack. "I will help as I can with no expectation of reward. Lucky for you. The Wardstone has failed and Terendelev slain. I don't imagine your house or much of anything else is standing in Kenabres."

Katia comes back from her search for equipment with a heavy burden. Setting most of it by the injured, she gives the healing kit (6 uses) she found to Abigail. "This might be usefull for you".

She then joins Lethander, Garrett and Zakon near the upset and trapped noble.
"Master mage," she says to Lethander, "I've found these grey scales and those two scrolls in the remains. Maybe they can be of use. I also fond ropes, a wheel and a ladder."

"Maybe while you look at these, we can try to put the ropes around the rocks to haul them all together", she adds, putting her words into action.

While she tries putting the ropes in place, Katia takes the time to calm the aggravated and aggravating Horgus.

"You see, Sir, we're doing our best to take you out. But we'll need your help to push the rocks when we are ready. So please keep your calm." , she says using her control on her voice and expression to avoid showing her real thoughts."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

Lethander turned to Katia, at the moment doing his best to ignore the nobleman and his verbal abuse.
"Yes, yes. Thank you, let me have a look. And please, call me Lethander. Though skilled, I'm far away from being a master of my craft."
He frowned.
"Scales you say? You don't think..."
He didn't finish his sentence and concentrated on his examination. Anything to get him distracted from that 'noble' was good.

Investigating the scrolls and scales.

Katia's words seem to soothe Horgus as he manages to curb his tongue long enough for the ropes to be fastened. It takes a little effort for the slab to be moved and Horgus is soon free.

"Hmph.....It's about time."
Turning to Katia
"I thank you and I'll see that you'll be rewarded once you escort me back home. My Home is one of the more heavily forified homes in Kenabres."

With that he waits, none the worse of surprisingly considering his ordeal.

Lethander discovers that the scroll is a Scroll of Fireball and Lightning Bolt. He also discovers that the scale illuminate the area once he touches it and starts to examine it more carefully.

Lethander awakes from the trance with a start and realises that 2 hours have gone by.

Abigail pulls out her shoulder bag and rummages through. eventually pulling out a small box with the markings of Sarenrae on them.

opening the box it an assortment of bandages and salves and ointments.

If there are any more injured bring them over here if they can move. we can keep this area here as an emergency first aid station. when we are all stable and we have a plan we see what is needed to move.

if need another heal skill let me know, will be +2 for the healer's kit

"Thank you all for your help and also for not judging me by my appearance. I assure you that I want to revenge for what happened to our beautiful city today. As I stated earlier, my name is Zakon Hellborn and I am skilled in both the arcane arts and swordplay. Pleased to meet you."

"If you are willing, I would be happy to accompany in your travels if you are also on a journey of justice against the demon horde. It would be safer for us to travel in numbers."

Zakon extends his handshake to each survivor and thanks them personally.

Abigail pulls out her shoulder bag and rummages through. eventually pulling out a small box with the markings of Sarenrae on them.

opening the box it an assortment of bandages and salves and ointments.

If there are any more injured bring them over here if they can move. we can keep this area here as an emergency first aid station. when we are all stable and we have a plan we see what is needed to move.

if need another heal skill let me know, will be +2 for the healer's kit

"I haven't found any other survivor. All are dead and we can't bury them here. That means we need to move because this is bound to attract predators or lots of vermin. Do you think our two injured can move or do we need to carry them?"

Then Katia kneels by the injured woman. "How are you doing, I'm Katia Shelensdottir, by the way. I see you have a bow and arrows. Are you a crusader then? And do you think you will be able to move with that leg would you need cruches?"

"I agree that moving as a group away from here is necessary. If the injured can't walk then I think we should carry them to the best of our ability. If only I could turn my sword into a wagon and donkey, I'd do it. I can search for more materials to assist transportation of the wounded." Zakon takes a 20 and searches the area during Lethander's trance.

Katia comes back from her search for equipment with a heavy burden. Setting most of it by the injured, she gives the healing kit (6 uses) she found to Abigail. "This might be usefull for you".

She then joins Lethander, Garrett and Zakon near the upset and trapped noble.
"Master mage," she says to Lethander, "I've found these grey scales and those two scrolls in the remains. Maybe they can be of use. I also fond ropes, a wheel and a ladder."

"Maybe while you look at these, we can try to put the ropes around the rocks to haul them all together", she adds, putting her words into action.

You didn't mention the 46 arrows or the 2 potions, was that deliberate? If he knows about them Garrett would be interested in the arrows.

"Did anyone see a way out of here? Preferably upwards?"

Nope, sorry, I completely missed the potions. All the items are put together on display for every one.

"I'll take the arrows if no-one else needs them. It may be a while before we can visit a general store."

The Party managed to find a reasonable sheltered place and are now gathering as much supplies as they can. Unfortuantely supplies are far and few and the injured need more time to rest.

A good thing is that there are no other creatures likely to be around but the party realises that as of now, they are lost.