DM-Camris' WRATH of the RIGHTEOUS Part 1: The Worldwound Gambit (table 2) (Inactive)

Game Master Camris

Xaivan becomes curious about the door in the northern part of the temple. Maybe some supplies are in here. Xaivan will listen at the door and see that it is safe to open, Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10 if so, he'll proceed to open the door and take a look inside.

Following Xaivan, Pollux comes across the elf. "Your silence is telling, sir." he says. He watches the halfling put an ear to the door, pulling his spear, just in case. "You said you could get us out of here if we listened to you. Yet you've hardly spoken a word this day. What d'you know of little chapels under the ground?"

making friendly banter, also trying to pump information out of our elf friend
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

He watches Karthak and Xaivan still, shaking his head slightly but smiling none the less. "Kicking in doors and looking for trouble. Oh what adventurers we make!"

Quiet! I'm trying to listen! Xaivan scolds the cleric as he moves close to the door. Aren't you curious? Besides, there might be something useful inside.

Karthak raises an eyebrow at the halfling's tone and words:"Aye, there might be... once we determine what can and what can't be taken from here..."

Considering our situation, probably anything useful that isn't nailed down, Xaivan replies without looking back at the dwarf. Now keep quiet.

Xaivan, you here nothing on the other side of the door. Opening it slowly you reveal that broken stone benches line this narrow room . The air is cold and stale, and thick layers of dust cover the floor, benches, and a large altar at the far end of the room.

On one of the benches a hooded figure of a being remains perfectly still, the dust as think on it as the rest of the chamber.

Karthak follows the halfling inside the room and moves towards the seated figure:"Too silent and too still. Did this poor soul die while praying for deliverance? What happened here exactly?"

Ce-Eshna follows, alert. The insect outside must have come from somewhere, there may be more in here Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Put a map of the building up as you've explored all the rooms. I changed the scale. The temple was too small to fit everyone properly in a group this size.

Your footsteps a muted as you step through the thick layers of dust. An icy chill runs down your spine as you glance at the alter. A deep gouge through the ornate hammer craved into the surface atop however is an old faded stain. It looks as though something dark was spilled across its polished surface long ago.

The figure you approach Karthak looks to be a dwarven male. Old, and while his flesh is intact, it's hard to determine the color or condition under all the dust. You discover another body lying on the ground near the seated figure. It too is covered in a thick layer of dust.

GM: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

Is this a temple or a tomb? Xaivan will skirt by the bodies and head toward the altar, seeing if any other corpses are inside.

Huecuva... Mmmmh... Huecuva? Aftr a brief internet search I now know we are in deep trouble already... this critter is rather nasty! XD

Karthak is taken aback as he realizes the creature in front of him is the dessicated corpse of a blasphemer and apostate. Invoking the power of Torag he advances ready to smite the creture:"Die desecrator! DIE!" he yells as his axe descends towards the undead's neck

Calling down judgement of smiting to baypass DR/magic and then attacking the creature

attack roll: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
damage roll: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

oooops!

Seeing Karthak attack what seems to be just a dead body leaves Ce-Eshna confused... Has he really cracked? Her bow at the ready she can't decide what to do. initative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

Hearing Karthak's bellow, Jokum makes a split-second decision. Leaving the door, he heads races toward the main chamber, bow at the ready. Too many rooms. Too many factions. Can't watch them all....

Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Pollux snaps to attention as Karthak yells in the other room. "They've found trouble... What are the odds?!" heart pounding, he undoes his longspear and makes way for the other room, running so fast he slips past both Ce-Eshna and Jokum.

initiative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Initiative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

Her head snaps up as she hears the warcry, hand paused in the act of retrieving a snack from her bag. "Stay here, Lady Anevia; rest your leg," Tess warns, and she retrieves a dagger and makes her way toward the antechamber.

Karthak: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
Xaivan: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Ce-Eshna Initiative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19
Jokum Initiative: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Pollux initiative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Tesseract Initiative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
Huecuva: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Corpse: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Order:
Tesseract
Pollux
Ce-Eshna
Huecuva
Karthak
Corpse
Xaivan
Jokum

Ack, I was waiting for a descriptive public post before rolling anything. My apologies.

What are you doing? Xaivan exclaims as the dwarf starts to pummel what looked like a defenseless corpse. Desecrator? Xaivan then yells out, I think the dwarf just went mad!

Surprise Round
GM: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3 GM: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

Huecuva
As Karthak cries out his attack a split second before his swing the undead abomination lurches suddenly! Clawing at Karthak's head and face. Claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7 Though it swung too soon and missed.

Karthak
Kartak's blade does little better missing. The crack of stone breaking under the force of the blow echoes around the temple.

Current map is after the end of the surprise round.

Pollux moves into the room, coming to a rest 15 feet away from the thing Karthak is engaged with. Burning stars fill his eyes as he begins to speak, "I make good on this contract forged in the plains of rust and tears, where the damned raise a chorus of wails to heavens that no longer care. Fill my allies with courage!"

Pollux moves 3 squares below the Huecuva and casts bless. Each ally gains a +1 morale bonus on attack rolls and on saving throws against fear effects.

Please put this in the correct order of initiative, I post now because I won't be able to do so for a good 10-12 hours

Karthak scoffs:"Fool! Van't you see what we are facing!?!? he cries unleashing another atatck at the undead creature.

Attack roll: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21
Damage roll: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

Alarmed, Tess jumps from her place on the bench, pushing open the door to the next room. "Come on, the both of you!" she says breathlessly, eyes flitting from Pollux to Jokum and back. "Something's wrong!"

Tess moves 30 ft to end 2 squares below Ce-Eshna's current position (assuming there is no difficult terrain).

Tess bursts into the room just in time to see the 'statue' lash out at the dwarf.

Knowledge (Religion) to recognize the creature: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

Edit: I think I rolled high enough based on the chart for Knowledges on the d20pfsrd

"It- it's a huecuva!" the girl exclaims. Tess chews her lip and thinks back to her books. "Um... They're undead clerics... And they blasphemed their god before death...." The lenses of her glasses flash in the dim light as she reaches for her silver dagger. "Attack them with silver! Watch out for their claws!"

Spitting out a curse as she sees the body move Ce-Eshna reacts on instinct, and arrow released upon the beast.
Attack: 1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (13) + 6 - 4 = 15
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
moving towards the top of the building she angles for the best shot she can get at the beast.

Tesseract
The girl moves forward into the room, immediately recognizing the nature of the threat before them. She calls out it’s weakness to silver and regrets not having a dagger of such metal.
Pollux
Pollux dashes into the room, calling upon the dark powers of hell he blesses his companions, strengthening there nerves.

Ce-Eshna
Spitting out a curse as she sees the body move Ce-Eshna reacts on instinct, and arrow released upon the beast. Her arrow lands true and lodges shallowly in the shoulder of the creature. 4 Damage

Huecuva
The dead dwarf lets out a low moan as it claws viciously at Karthak. Claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7Claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 His strikes are slow and easily blocked.

Karthak
Karthak swings, cutting deep into the undead however he meets an unnatural resistance as his makes contact. 10 Damage

Corpse
A second form drags itself to its feet. A shambling skeletal form, it lurches forward a clawing at the yelling dwarf. Claw: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

Xaivan DELAY

Jokum DELAY

Huecuva -14hp
Map updated

Xaivan, still not quite understanding exactly what this creature is, fires his bow at the creature that is a mere 10 feet from him!

Shortbow: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9 Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Whoops, sorry, was waiting for my turn to arrive. My bad!

Jokum dashes into the main hall with a curse. "Silver arrows?! What do you take me for?" he growls irritably at Tess. He snaps off a shot at the huecuva, draws another arrow, and, circling, fires again.

I'm hoping I can get both rounds in here? If not, just ignore the second attack and move.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 3 + 1 = 21
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Attack 2: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 3 + 1 = 21
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Ending 3 squares below Karthak or (if I have two moves) in the bottom left corner of B3.

"They won't get hurt by much unless we've got silver, though!" the girl responds, disappointed. In frustration, Tess moves forward and flings the steel dagger- steel, not silver! You should be more prepared! at the first creature.

Move to be within 10-ft of the first huecuva: between Karthak and Ce-Eshna, on the middle part of the "3" in "B3".

Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
Damage + Bless: 1d4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 + 1 = 3

"These things will take massive hits before they start getting hurt," she warns.

After the spell, Pollux steps up five feet then strikes with his longspear.

step to within 10 feet of the Huecuva then attack with my spear.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 3 + 1 = 16
Attack: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Any reason why Judgement of smiting failed to apply? It was because of the surprise turn?

Karthak swings at the undead monster again this time calling down divine light to bathe his axe.

Judgement of smiting (gives a weapon the ability to bypass DR/magic) and attack

Attack roll: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 3 + 1 = 19

Damage roll: 1d10 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Cursing as the arrow seems to do near nothing Ce-Eshna remembers the scale, pulling it out she focuses on it and the arrow begins to glow she knocks it onto her bow and sights on the creature again, waiting for her moment to attack.

Xaivan
Xaivan fires his bow at the creature that is a mere 10 feet from him! Missing by a wide margin
Jokum
Jokum skillfully lands an arrow into the beast only to see it fall away harmlessly.
Tesseract
Tess’s dagger goes wide missing due to the flailing arms and weapens in the melee between the dead and living dwarf.
Pollux
Pollux steps forward feeling fortified by his master’s dark powers. The spear lands a true strike, but does little harm to the creature. 1 Damage
Ce-Eshna
Ce-Eshna feels the power of Trendelev’s magic flow from the scale, its warm power a sharp contrast from the powers summoned by Pollux.
Huecuva
The dead dwarf lets out another moan its ancient voice harsh and brittle. ”It was for him… I built it for him… It continues clawing at Karthak. Claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21 Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 Claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18 Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Fort DC12: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15 Fort DC12: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16 9 damage for Karthak
Karthak
Karthak summons up the magic of Torag. His axe takes on a holy light as it cuts through the remains of the huecuva. With a bright flash of light the form of the undead crumbles and falls. Destroyed
Corpse
Mindless to the destruction of its fellow the skeleton continues to batter the dwarf with its claws. Claw: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20 damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6 With the dwarf on the ground the skelaton moves twoards Pollux Aoo: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 3 + 1 = 22 Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10 6 Damage for Kathak, 5 Damage Skeleton

Huecuva Destroyed
Karthak 15 Damage (-5/10HP)
Skeleton -5HP

OUCH! But at least I got it down...

Seeing Ce-Eshna's actions, Pollux puts his hand to his chest, remembering the scale's power. He takes a deep breath and feels his spear grow hungry for him, hungry for the chance to smite the source of his powers. He then steps back and attacks the Skeleton again, this time with a weapon that cries out to slay evil.

Use Terendelev's scale to cast Align Weapon[good] on longspear and attack again

Attack: 1d20 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 3 + 1 = 19
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Drawing a blunt arrow from his quiver, Xaivan fires at the skeleton!

Bow: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 1 = 8
Damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

Geez, and to think I probably won the archery competition...

Tess rushes to Karthak's side, pressing a handful of torn cloth against his bleeding wounds. Her face works into a wry smile as she attempts to staunch the flow of blood. "Brave you are, Sir Ironbreaker, but let's try to keep you around for the next fight, hmm?"

I don't think the map's been updated for this round; Tess is currently standing in the square southeast of Karthak and southwest of Ce-Eshna. I think she can tend him from a diagonal, but if not, move her one square north to be between the two of them. Heal check is to provide first aid to stabilize.

Heal: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

She breathes a sigh of relief as the blood flow slows and begins to clot on its own.

Pollux, the scales require a standard action to use.

Xaivan
The halfling's arrow falls short of the skeleton.

Tesseract
Tess rushes quickly to the aid of the fallen dwarf, wrapping a tourniquet around his slashed arm staunching the flow of blood.

Pollux
The cleric's spear pierced the skull of the skeleton, removing it completely from the ruined form of the body.
Skeleton Destroyed

Treasure:
This shrine was always humble, and little treasure can be found within save for that on the huecuva's body. A pouch on its belt contains two potions of cure light wounds, and on one withered hand it wears a knotted gold ring Appraise Check The priest's masterwork warhammer lies dusty on the ground, long forgotten.

Remind me not to walk into an abandoned temple again. Xaivan quips. And what, exactly, was that thing anyway? Maybe we should be on our way, just in cast it had friends? The halfling spies the warhammer and picks it up. Oof, a little large for me but I'm sure one of you taller folk might could use it.

Tess examines the glass vial carefully, and realizes that its contents are almost identical to one of the ones found in the old backpack. "This potion cures battle wounds!" she announces, and glances at their unconscious comrade.

She ducks her head as she speaks to the group, feeling self-conscious at suggesting action. "Um, I don't have any way to make his wounds close with magic... If no one else does either, then, um, I think maybe we should use this to restore Sir Ironbreaker?"

Assuming no one objects:

Tess gingerly leans over the dwarf, opens his mouth, and pours the liquid down his throat.

I'm not familiar with potion use: does the potion have a set amount of HP cured? If not:
Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

"I would suggest the contrary, Xaivan... This chapel has four walls of sturdy build. It would make a good resting point; at least until Tesseract here finishes helping our Brother Ironbreaker." Pollux says, pulling a handkerchief and wiping the dust from his spear tip. He puts it away and looks around, "Good work everyone. I believe now is the time to regroup."

He heads out of the room to check in with the others, seeing Aravashniel and Anevia in the little hallways he then makes his way outside to find that rascal. "Hargus?" he calls out to the pale room, "Do not stray too far. There are fiends about."

"Aye, fiends and fools make poor companions, not much I can do about the down here though."

"I assure you there are very few fools here." Pollux says, eyes still adjusting. He walks out of the building's entrance and approaches Hargus. "Tensions are high. We require your cooperation if everyone is to make it to the surface alive." he holds a steely stare toward Hargus, one of utmost conviction that perhaps is lost in the low light of the place. "Is there something we should know about the woman? Since you've lashed out, I have become curious as to why you are so eager to be rid of her."

He takes a look back at the door to see if anyone is coming out behind him, then turns back to Hargus. "Away from others and the chance of her returning your insults, perhaps now we can speak as gentlemen."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23

As the potion makes its way down his gullet and his body heals the dwarf jumps on his feet an almost frenzied look in his eyes:"Where? Where is the creature? Did we destroy it? It was a blasphemer of the worst kind! Such atrocity cannot be allowed to infest a shrine to Torag!".

Then, noticing the mangled corpse of what once was the huecuva, Karthak realized what happened and remembers how he was saved by Tess:"Well... I think thanks are in order, girlie. I owe you one and I will repay you, you have my word." he says formally to the young witch.

Then Karthak proceeds to channel the power of Torag to heal himself further. After that he resumes exploring the shrine, staying alert for new threats.

Cure light wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Perception check: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Is there anything else in the temple? When the Huecuva was "alive" you said we felt something was off. Now that the monster is destroyed did things change and can Karthak feel the power of his god?

"Oh!" The girl almost falls backward when the dwarf jumps up quicker than she had anticipated. Muffled sounds come from the satchel where Tess had stored her fox as he laughs at her display. "Be quiet, Sorua," she stammers, blushing in embarrassment. With the threat of combat seemingly gone, she removes the little kit from his special bag and lets him scamper around the temple- with an admonishment to "Behave yourself!"

Sorua's Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

Gathering herself up, she gives the now-empty potion vial to Karthak. "You can probably collect some of that holy water in this. We'll almost certainly need it!" She colors again at his thanks, and mumbles a sheepish "You're w-welc-....W-well we're just lucky you didn't get hurt too badly."

The bespectacled, birthmarked girl wanders back to where Anevia and Aravashnial sit and quietly dictates a summary of the actions during combat. She offers dried fruit and toasted grain to each of them (trail rations) and snacks on some herself.

Jokum sighs and relaxes as the fiend crumbles to dust. Ridiculous though they sound, should probably get some fancy silver arrows...that arrow might as well have been a twig. He then returns to the foyer, where Tess, Aravashnial, and Anevia are sitting. "If you'd like, there are benches in this main chamber," he informs them curtly. "Come on in; this place is defensible, so we may stay here for a while." Glancing in Tess's direction, he adds, "Well done with that potion, by the by."

arrow retrieval chance: 1d100 ⇒ 43

"Yes this place would make a very comfortable hold out, but do you want to remain in a desecrated temple on the first night after a demonic invasion?"

"Desecrated by that foul abomination... Is there a way we could cleanse the foul taint that fills these halls?"
She looks to the dwarf. "In times as dark as these, small matter like cleansing a temple means even more. Its not as though rushing headlong to the surface would make a difference either."

The chill you feel is a manifestation of the desecrated aura.

Karthak seems torn realizing Anevia is right: he desperately wants to reach the sieged city above yet his faith simply doesn't allow him to leave a temple of Torag in such a foul condition.

After a long while spent pondering, Karthak nods at Anevia:"You are right. We simply can't allow such a blasphemy. We need to cleanse and reconsacrate it to its legitimate owner, Torag the Almighty!" the dwarf's eyes burn of the fire of the righteous as he finishes his tirade.

Ok... if that sounded a bit fanatical it is because... it was meant that way! He's that way. And what do we need to do exactly to cleanse and reconsecrate the temple? Does it involve using holy water?

This shrine can be consecrated-either to Torag or to a new deity-with 8 hours of work cleaning and praying. If the PCs conduct a prayer ritual and succeed at a DC 20 Knowledge (religion) check (this check may be aided by anyone who helps rededicate the temple).If the PC worships Torag, he gains a +5 sacred bonus on this check.

Xaivan does not care to participate in any ritual, not being comfortable in doing so. He will not protest or get in the way however, instead he'll mainly keep to himself by examining the area a little further, even if out of boredom. If possible, he'll even try to rest.

Ce-Eshna heads out while those who know more of the gods do their duty, she prowls the already passed through caves hunting for anything that might be considered a proper meal, hoping to feed as many of the group as possible.
Survival: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21