Chyro's Outpost game: Voice in the Void (Inactive)

Game Master Chyrone

"I don't get it, what is wrong?"

will save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

Will: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

"I don't like this. I don't like what it's doing to my mind. Faliana, I think the torch might be appropriate after all."

Brady only has engineering and local, so won't have a knowledge skill that will help. Can anybody figure out what this is? Nature? Dungeoneering?

Faliana's face starts to twitch at high speed as Moke tries to surface, his stark terror and fear about the unknown magics of the fungus mixing with Fali's unease. Both emotions roppling over and over again... That is until Monty makes his comments.

Rounding on the monkey man she cuffs him lightly across the back of his head. "You probably don't want to NOT tell me. Whatever it is I promise I won't get mad. I might sick my longspear in you, but I won't get mad."

When the talk turns to torches, Faliana finally loses control to Moke. He nearly throws the backpack off his shoulders and dives right into it. Not a moment later he comes back up with torches in hand, enough for everyone. "We BURN the demon-thing down, right? It doing odd things to Fali's head!"

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I gots me religion and some local understandin' an' nothun' much else...

Good morning.

1d6 ⇒ 1
The fungus just moved 5ft closer.

If a stick breaks, does it cry?
Do wagons prance in the meadow?"

Is Faliana's suggestion the plan to go with? 3 out of 5 will do

"Burn it or we put this machete to good use. I don't like what it's doing to my head,," Darren says, moving in front of the group with his shield raised as the fungus takes a step forward.

If someone could move him in front of the group, please and thank you.

Done.

As Darren moves to in front of Brady, he notices an area of the fungul vegetation nearby is darker in color than the glowing ones, overgrown by something else.

Area is marked.

Monty laughs as he's bapped upside the head and grins.

Later my dear, later.

He takes a deep breath as Moke asserts himself and responds.

Gotta be careful with Fire Moke, don't want to get trapped her in a blaze.

Brady keeps his eyes on the fungus that's moving closer. Mushrooms don't move. Bloom in a blue sky. Do trees sing? Get out of my head, you psychedelic monster!

"If nobody has anything better to offer... yes, let's burn it! Careful though. These shelves might cry. Burn! These shelves might burn! What's it doing to me?"

As the team moves closer and debatess..
1d5 ⇒ 1 Armik.

Willsave Armik vs mind-scrye: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 11

!!

Faliana, can i get a DC 14 willsave please.

Huh, i got ninja'd. Ok, cool, that's three for more clobbering.

Cerebric fungus, round 1

Armik & Brady
Darren
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Cerebric fungus
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Faliana & Monty

Still wondering what is going on, Armik decides to see what the creature does.

Delay until after its turn

Cerebric fungus, round 1

Brady (happens 1st)
Darren
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Cerebric fungus
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Armik, Faliana & Monty

Brady is going to delay too. There was talk of fire, and he doesn't want to approach the thing if someone else is going to flame it.

Haha.

Cerebric fungus, round 1

Darren
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Cerebric fungus
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Armik, Brady, Faliana & Monty

Darren readies an action to strike at the creature with his Klar if it tries anything other than wiggling back and forth and changing colors on a whim and whisper sweet anythings in his ear.

Not sure what mechanical stuff being on an acid trip puts you on, but readied action if it tries anything harmful near Darren.

Readied action: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12
damage: 1d6 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

A second will save? Okay.

Moke stands staring still as the fungus tries to wash away his righteous anger. The fungus, however, doesn't realize it is dealing with the long dead spirit of a well trained demon hunter and just fuels the fires. "The damned thing just tried to take over my mind! That proves it! It's a demon and should burn!"

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Will Save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20

Can i just say i almost spilled my drink from laughing, when seeing your post about acid trip. ^^

While Darren braces himself for a close-up confrontation, the fungus moves 5ft closer.

Why do monkeys throw poo?
What color bridal gowns do half-elves wear?

It unleashes its tendrils at Darren.
Tendril: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Pull?: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21 Succeeds.
Tendril: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 Miss.

As the first tendril lashes out like a whip at hip height, the tendril quickly takes some hold of Darren, pulling him 5ft closer.
The 2nd comes nowhere near hitting.
Being closer now, Darren sees something from the corner of his eye. A strange purple mushroom stands near the bookcase.

Marked triangle.
It suddenly starts shrieking painfully loud.

Think the mandrake in Harry Potter, a hundred fold.
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Armik, Brady, Faliana & Monty

1d6 ⇒ 5

Seeing that the creature is hostile, Armik will race up to strike with a flourish of his sword.

+1 cold iron nodachi w/PA: 1d20 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (18) + 6 - 1 = 23
+1 cold iron nodachi confirm w/PA: 1d20 + 6 - 1 ⇒ (20) + 6 - 1 = 25

cold iron nodachi damage w/PA: 1d10 + 5 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 5 + 3 = 18
cold iron nodachi extra damage w/PA: 1d10 + 5 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 5 + 3 = 15

As Armik comes through Darren's square, the 2nd tendril flings forward at Armik.

AoO Touch: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Armik dodges the attempt, and brings down his sword hard upon the fungus.

Its speech is instantly smothered.

Combat over....for now.

Save for the godsawful noise the mushroom makes. You can't even hear one another.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

"§∞∞∞, ∞∞∞∞'∞ ∞∞∞∞∞∞!" Brady yells, though his words can't be heard. If it was so easy for Armik to destroy the first one, then this other couldn't be that hard. He moves around the far side of the bookcase to get easier access, and simply starts kicking the shrieking fungus.

As Brady passes the marked darker area on his way, he feels his limbs painfully tingling.

Nl: 3d6 ⇒ (5, 2, 1) = 8

Once near the shrieking fungus, he punches so hard, his arm goes in up to half his forearm, shutting it up.

Of course, that leaves some green pulp on his fist and wrist as he pulls it out.

Since the team wil most likely take 10 to aid Brady in searching the area, perception for the hatch is successfull.

After disposing of the shrieker, combined searching effort reveals a sturdy looking hatch. You reckon some muscle work is in order.

DC 16 str check to pull it open.

After someone checks for traps, Mr Monty grabs the hatch and pulls.

str: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Embarrassed for his attempt he spits in his hands, rubs them together and takes a firmer grip. He winks at the group.

Always gotta remember to stretch first... MONKEY POWER!

str: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

"Also, before we head down there, I should point out that my legs felt a painful tingling when I walked over there." Brady points out the dark green patch of fungus, without getting too close.

"There are other rooms up here, do we want to search them before we go down the hole?" Armik asks as he peers into the darkness.

reapply shield whichever way we go.

umd: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

Moke, trying to get his torch lit, moves too slow to get involved with the fighting. When it's all over, he gives a suspicious glance around. "Be careful, that might not be the only demon here"

When the purple one starts screaming, his face has a look a good way between sheer terror and the pride of being proven right. "& ~~~~ ~~~ ~~~! @~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~!" As the wailing continues for a moment, his face hardens into a look of steel determination and starts to omove into the fungus field. With occasional cracks of Fali's reaction to the slick and slimy things showing through he stalks aruond the book case to reach the damnable thing, but is beat to it by Brady.

He instead turns to the other door in the room. "We should make sure that there are no more demons on this floor before we descend into their lair!"

"Don't want anything coming from above," Darren stated, looking at the ceiling. The way the stone waved at him was just was starting to freak him out. He had always hated boats. "Can one of you stop the ceiling? My shield isn't a great oar."

Monty raises an eyebrow at Darren but looks at the others as he looks down the hatch.

I don't disagree. Least we know what direction to head now afterwards... Darren, are you okay? Usually I'm the one with the bad jokes.

Looking at the map, Faliana's line indicates she moved past the overgrown area as well.
NL: 3d6 ⇒ (3, 1, 3) = 7
About 3 rounds have passed.

Hidden beneath the thick layer of fungus, and the hatch after that, a circular, 10-footdiameter shaft drops 40 feet from the archives to the level below.

Low DC acrobatics to move at 1/2 speed, along a narrow slimy set of steps, or moderate for full speed or faster.
Higher climb check to climb down.

Everyone's subconsciously rubbing their hands, finding themselves in the cold moist air.
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As you are about do your next move, the fungus you just felled, lets out a loud shreeking.
It's a persistant creature. Darren, these shrooms are a potent lot. Would you like to mush it and smoke it? ;)

While Brady, Darren and Monty clasp their hands to their ears fast enough, the shrieking gets past Armik and Faliana's defenses, and the sudden assault of the sound causes the two to become nauseated for [dice]1d4{/dice] rounds.

The fungus is permanently silenced now, as Armik cuts it down for good this time.

Brady looks at the slippery steps, and agrees with the others that they should wait until later to go down. "Let's close this up for the time being. Can we maybe weight it down, so nothing can come up and surprise us? Then we can explore the rest of this floor before heading down." He'll look around to see if he can find something to cover the hatch.

Proper roll: 1d4 ⇒ 3 rounds of nausea.

As the group exchanges words of caution and planning on what to do next, an unexpected presence enters the archives, drawn by the shrieking of the fungul residents of the archive.

Neither side aware of the other's location, it wanders.
Coming from..: 1d3 ⇒ 3

The others still busy near the hatch, Darren is the first to see what unnatural horror came upon them.

Darren lets out a quick: "We've got company!"

Eyes and mouthes, round 1

Faliana (nauseated 2 rounds) & Monty
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Mouther
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Brady & Darren
Armik (nauseated 2 rounds)

BY THE EXPANSE!

Shouts Monty in suprise as he moves forward, putting his back against the wall and screening Fali.

Fali, You okay? Fali!?

He holds out his staff like a baseball bat, ready to bean the thing if it comes around the corner.

Readied Quarterstaff: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Strike Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

I'm moving it along, Faliana wouldn't risk herself right now.
Any move action you have, Faliana, go ahead.

The monster lets out a cacophony of eerie sounds, which resonate through the archives and the pathfinders' heads.

The taint of madness riding on its words, it grips into all but Faliana's head.
Everyone but Faliana becomes confused for 1 round.
Roll for the outcome according to the table spoilered.

The creature spits at Monty.
Free ranged touch, cover: 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 7 - 4 = 21 Hit.
Something filthy flies at Monty's face, and the filthy goop is sticking on his face.
Fort vs blind: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12 No pass, blinded for 1d4 ⇒ 4 rounds.

Creeping closer towards Monty, the mouther takes some hurt from the overgrown area as well.
Nl: 3d6 ⇒ (1, 4, 5) = 10, at which it opens a maw to bite at Monty.
Bite: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10 1d4 ⇒ 3. The sudden surprise of some shiver in its core, is enough to make the bite miss.
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Brady & Darren
Armik (nauseated 2 rounds)

confusion: 1d100 ⇒ 24

Armik staggers closer to the creature, barely keeping the bile down in his throat.

Confusion: 1d100 ⇒ 65

Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Brady's brain can't make sense of the mess of eyes and mouths facing him. He brings both of his arms down to his sides as his body stiffens; his heavy steel shield rakes harshly across his leg, opening a wide gash in both his trousers and leg!

Moke, shaken by the demon funguses, nearly jumps out of his skin as the mushroom starts to shriek again. The stress of the sudden spike and drop in adrenaline as well as the exact note of the mushroom, leaves him feeling sick to Faliana's stomach.

Trying to take a second to breathe, he is further startled by the appearance of the mouth, eye and other thing creature crawling up from the hole. He catches sight of Monty doing the brave, and possibly stupid, thing of trying to screen him and Fali. "Good gods, it a worse than usual lemure! She fine, I fine! More important, we NEED kill it." He takes a moment to think of a good way to fight this thing.
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Fali will take the move to pick up power attack.

Confusion: 1d100 ⇒ 6

Seeing through the confusion, but wondering why this yellow gentleman before them was melting and giving out free pain to his friends. Walking across the constantly moving floor, Darren landed next to the creature and swung with his Klar.

Attack: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11
Damage: 1d6 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14

Poor Armik and Faliana suffer severe unpleasantness, trying to keep down their food with great effort. Still, they make their way towards preparing for the inevitable.

Darren's mind is much clearer than the others, and he advances to deal a blow against the creature.
As he comes closer, he sees the veins of the eyes bulging as they look at him, to such degree that his arm is shaking of the ugly sight in front of him.

The blade lands on the floor instead of the mouther.
Getting near the overgrown area, Darren's muscles painfully tingle from the cold, as he takes 3d6 ⇒ (3, 4, 5) = 12 nl.
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Eyes and mouthes, round 2

Faliana (nauseated 1 round) & Monty (blinded 4 rounds, needs confusion result roll)
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Mouther
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Brady & Darren
Armik (nauseated 1 rounds)

Moke grumbles slightly. "Monty, if you stay there, we have trouble fighting! Get back, dangit!"

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Delaying to see what Monty does.

Moke warily holds.....

What will the blinded monk do....

Find out next episode.

What will he do indeed?!
Confusion: 1d100 ⇒ 65
str: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

GAH! I CAN'T SEE!
In surprise and not a little bit of terror, the blind monk stumbles away from the wall to the book case, using it to support himself as he tries to get away from the area, wiping at his eyes to try and get the disgusting bile out of them. As he does so, his staff catches on the book case and jams into him... not to badly, but enough to hurt enough to kick some sense out into him.

FALI! I'M BLINDED, I CAN'T FIGHT! THIS IS UP TO YOU GUYS!

He slumps with his back against the far wall, holding his staff up to try and ward off any ongoing threats.... not that he can do to much blinded.

It'd be nifty if you could move as well.
But the 1st outcome is the only result that lets you take control of any of your actions.

Faliana

Ah, sorry, since it doesn't say you lose your turn like the other options, I thought you could still move.

If only... :/

Aw, too bad Fali and Monty aren't far enough along in their relationship to treat him like and object... Hmm, I was pretty tired last night, there's not a thing she can do.

Moke gives a sigh as he watches Monty. "He brave but reckles. In my tribe not last long. But he can funny so I like him."

The spirit then hunker down and tries to focus on not feeling like he'd been poisoned by an imp.

After the comforting words from Moke, less comforting things are happening.

At first, being near the overgrown area, the mouther suffers the cold, taking 3d6 ⇒ (5, 4, 2) = 11 nl.
Again, it produces words that ring like madness to those who can hear them.

While Darren and Monty's minds now steele themselves against the sound, Armik and Brady are confused once more.

The mouther opens its mouths, and starts biting away at Monty.
Bite: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10 1d4 ⇒ 3 Miss.
Bite: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15 1d4 ⇒ 2 Hit.
Grab?: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25 Succeeds.

Bite: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24 1d4 ⇒ 1 Hit.
Bite: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17 1d4 ⇒ 2 Hit.
Bite: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23 1d4 ⇒ 2 Hit.
Bite: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14 1d4 ⇒ 3 Hit.

While blindly stumbling, Monty avoids the first bite. The second mouth, coming from below, gnaws into his leg, grabbing hold. It becomes rather painful, as many the rest of the mouthes bite away at the monk's body.
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Unless Brady can do something about it before it occurs, being near the cold overgrowth deals 3d6 ⇒ (2, 4, 1) = 7 nonlethal to Darren.
That'd mean he'd pass out, 19nl > 16 current HP.

Brady (confused 1 round) & Darren
Armik (nauseated 1 round, confused 1 round)

confusion: 1d100 ⇒ 47

Armik babbles in abyssal, which probably sounds normal to your ears.

Moke's eyes widen as he hears the dreaded language of his lifelong enemies issuing from Armik's mouth. Backing away slightly, he stares at the demon-spawn. "We need to kill mouthy thing! It starting cause Armik to revert!"

I thought that Ftaghn above just meant you were a fan. I didn't know it was a literal warning! Apropos that I'm going to use my "Cthulhu Brew" shirt to reroll that Will save. (Probably should have done this last round, but I'm new to having a shirt reroll available.)

Shirt Reroll: Will save: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

Brady fights off the disturbing sounds, coming to his senses, and wondering why his leg hurts so bad. He backs away from the strange thing, both making room for Monty to try to escape, and beginning to circle around so that he can attack the thing more freely.

Double move: 60'

I've watched playthrough of several Cthulhu games, but haven't had the pleasure of playing any myself. Closest thing is my gnome paladin in an Strange Eons game.

Brady shakes off the words, as he mantras to himself so other words.
Punching bag, punching bag, that thing is a punching bag.
Punching bag, punching bag, that thing is a punching bag.
Punching bag, punching bag, that thing is a punching bag.
Punching bag, punching bag, that thing is a punching bag.

He double taps around the archives, squashing several shrooms along the way.
Armik starts worrying Moke with his speech, but poor Darren passes out from the cold.
Nl doesn't become lethal until it hits your max normal HP, you're not bleeding out right now.
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Eyes and mouthes, round 3

Faliana & Monty (blinded 3 rounds, grappled)
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Mouther
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Brady & Darren
Armik

Still blind, but at least ahold of his senses, Monty decides that getting the heck out of Absalom is the better part of valor, squirming and twisting to get away.

Escape grapple: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

Hoping that gets me free!

Hopefully free from the biting mouths, Monty scampers away as best he can, not stopping until he slams into the wall, hopefully behind Fali.

Sorry, at work, can't move my token, if you can move it if I can. :)