Asvald's blow misses the creature. Your other hit did a little bit of damage, Asvald. Not your fault it's immune to crits and has DR/bludgeoning.
The creature gives up on fighting Eva and goes after Kragnor. It flows over the dwarf, mouths agape, and manages to grab onto him with several of its mouths. Take 7 HP, Kragnor, and you are grappled.
Round 5:
Initiative order
Kali-
Senja
Asvald
Eva
Kragnor
Melody
Creature
There is nothing else on the level except for some muffled sounds coming from one of the sarcophagi in the crypt in the NW corner of the map. Is there anything you'd like to do to investigate?
After performing a small victory dance over what's left of the creature, Kali nods in agreement with Melody, "Yeah, let's go. Pathfinders are supposed to be explorers, right?"
Kali takes a closer look at the iron bands, and concludes, "Weird. Is there anyway of telling what's inside without opening it? My vote is no, but I'm probably still affected by the gas fumes."
AC16/T12/FF14/CMD19(+4 vs BR, TR; +2 SD)|HP37[37]||F:+6|R:+6|W:+3(+3 vs poison, spell, SLA)
Stats:
|Init:+2(+2 undgrnd)|Percept.+9(+10 in underground environment to notice traps, potential cave-ins, dangerous flora *free check @10')
Dwarf Ranger (Dungeon Rover) 4
When no one else voices an opinion, Kragnor grasps the bands and tries to wrench them open. "Everybody good with this plan? Obviously, sumpin' is in here."
Good question. The map seems to indicate that it starts out prone, but the text says it bursts out as soon as the bands are off. I doubt it'll make a difference given the timing of the round. Assume it stood up as it pushed off the lid.
M Wayang Witch 10 | HP 70 | AC 18 | T 17 | FF 14 (w/mage armor: 22/17/18) | CMD 18 | Fort +10 | Ref +11 | Will +11 | Init +9 | Perc +21
The agile Senja steps back, prepared to rain a shadowy sort of doom down upon the misbegotten wight, a strike of such devastating power that even the most stalwart wight would be blasted into bits of shadow. Seeing the creature fall, however, Senja puts away his thesaurus and gives a little hop. "Well done, all!"
Several days of celebration conclude with the arrival of various requested items from the nearest Lodge. Your reports out of the Spire continue to draw interest and rewards. Cynara and her guards have finished clearing the ground level, and have moved their operations to the level you just cleared to take advantage of the Splinterden layout.
One bit of closure before you return to your exploration: word comes to Fort Inevitable of a small band of bandits, led by the notorious Lenik Hastenfor, found dead in the Echo Wood. With one exception, the bandits were unwounded (but appeared to have been poisoned); the exception was a man who was apparently killed by Hastenfar before the half-elf succumbed to the poison. (The description of the wounded one is familiar; he's the one you let go.)
You once again descend into the Spire, this time continuing past what is now the lowest outpost of the Pathfinder Society. The stairs take you down another three hundred feet or so; this leg does not take you near the Spire core. As you near the bottom, all of you catch a whiff of a strong, reptilian sort of scent.
DC 11 Knowledge (Local) check:
It smells like troglodytes, evil reptilian humanoids that are known to lair in the deep places of Golarion.
M Wayang Witch 10 | HP 70 | AC 18 | T 17 | FF 14 (w/mage armor: 22/17/18) | CMD 18 | Fort +10 | Ref +11 | Will +11 | Init +9 | Perc +21
Knowledge (local):1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Senja gives Eva a quick look, then says, "You smell it too, eh? At first I thought it was just Kragnor, but I know that smell. Though I've never faced them, I once met a man who showed me a flask filled with the sweat of a horrible thing called a troglodyte, smelled just like this. They're evil, reptilian humanoids that are known to lair in the deep places of Golarion. I guess we're deep enough for them now."
Carbide - do I get any questions about them, based on that stellar roll? If so, how about defenses, special attacks, then DM's choice.
They're not terribly intelligent, though they can use weapons, and their stench can be bad enough to impair their foes' ability to fight. They tend to be religious--their leaders are usually some sort of divine spellcaster.
Female Halfling Cleric of Shelyn 6 | HP 39/39 | AC 18 T 13 FF 16 | CMD 14 | F+7 R+5 W+8 (+2 fear) | Init +2 | Perc +4 | channel 3d6 (DC 16): 5/8 | luck: 3/5 | arc: 4/5
"I doubt the divine influence they follow is a nice one. I am fine with the smiting option. Besides, their stench is liable to make me lose both my breakfasts."
The stairs descend to a small chamber of smooth, hewn stone. It's lit by a dim greenish light from two strange, torchlike devices on the walls. A metal door with a simple-looking latch mechanism (also glowing green) is in the middle of the north wall. The walls and ceiling are decorated with abstract drawings and writings in bright colors. There is something disturbing about them, though it may just be the way in which the colors interact with the green ambient light.
Fort saves, everyone!
Next to the door is a troglodyte wearing a colorful leather garment and carrying a walking stick. It looks up as you come into view and--well, it puts its face into something vaguely smile-like. In Common, it says, "I welcome you to Godhome. You wish to make sacrifice now? Visit? Take holy grub, maybe?"
He smiles again. "This is the home of the Godbox! We--the Servants of Thagh--live here in peace. Give the god some iron-metal, and it will bless you and send you on your way! All good visitors make gifts of iron-metal to the god!"
