"Right, let's go this way." Janos walks ot the doors indicated by Drosil and opens them.
Tibideau stays behind the others and follows their lead. Though his excitement for the mission has not waned, he feels that caution is extra important. I'd rather not be roasted again and robbed of even more clothing!
The doors open easily into the room. Inside Janos sees several rows of wooden benches, all spotted with mold and sagging with neglect, face a stage walled off from the rest of the room by a wall of iron bars.
Anton:
Drosil:
B'Yelka:
Dantrian:
Tibideau:
Janos:
Anton:
Drosil:
B'Yelka:
Dantrian:
Tibideau:
Janos:
Suddenly the temperature begins to rapidly drop, everyone but Drosil and Tibideau notice it immediately.
Initiative
B'yelka 24
Janos 14
Drosil 12
Haunt 10
Dantrian/Tibideau 8 (whoever posts first acts first)
Anton 4
Begin Surprise Round
"Whoa, it's freezing all of a sudden! Everyone keep an eye out. I think we're about to see the opposite of Mr. Furnace." Janos moves across the room to the other side of the stage.
B'yelka's skin crawls as the temperature drops at a preturnatural rate, "Another one!" she shouts as she pulls one of the spirit siphons up from her belt, turning the end cap as she does. "I hope this works!"
Surprise Round
Initiative 24
B'yelka's skin crawls as the temperature drops at a preturnatural rate, "Another one!" she shouts as she pulls one of the spirit siphons up from her belt, turning the end cap as she does. "I hope this works!"
Initiative 14
"Whoa, it's freezing all of a sudden! Everyone keep an eye out. I think we're about to see the opposite of Mr. Furnace." Janos moves across the room to the other side of the stage.
Initiative 10
A cold mist rises up from the ground of the room. Swirling, formless shapes flit through the mist as frost spontaneously forms on the surface of everything in the south end of the room. The swirling forms manifest briefly into grasping, misty hands and screaming, spectral mouths. They swoop through Janos, Anton and Drosil chilling them to the bone.
End of Surprise Round
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Begin Round 1
Initiative
B'yelka 24
Janos 14
Drosil 12
Haunt 10
Dantrian/Tibideau 8 (whoever posts first acts first)
Anton 4
Drosil feels the chill seep deep into his bones, sapping his strength and making him particularly weary. Realizing that staying here may very well cost him his life, with his already-injured state, he dives through the door back the way he arrived.
The icy spirit fingers crawl up Anton's spine but he manages to shake off the effects.
It's a haunt for sure, but these spirits aren't manifesting. I have nothing to aim at!
Lacking a target, Anton pulls out one of the undead bane arrows and thrusts it into the midst of the spirits.
Janos turns a circle trying to pinpoint anything in the mist. Finally he simply tries to hack at it.
HP:14/20
Conditions: 1 Str damage
B'yelka sees the spectral hands materialize and rake and claw and grasp at her friends, see that this is going to be a lot more lethal than the simple skulls, she begins singing, a chorus from an Oparran writer about the the Chelish civil war and the rise of House Thrune:
"Trooping his colour.
I crossed the world on dust roads.
Troops marching on.
Until the end of time!
1000 hearts.
Theres no retreat between the ruins.
We embattle the last line!
In front of Defeat and Misery."
Tibideau hops next to B'yelka to get a view of the commotion in the next room. He scowls as he tries to remember more of his studies about haunts.
"They're restless spirits borne of trauma! They draw warmth from the living! We must burn them and put them to rest! I have torches if you need them!"
Round 1
Initiative 24
B'yelka sees the spectral hands materialize and rake and claw and grasp at her friends, see that this is going to be a lot more lethal than the simple skulls, she begins singing, a chorus from an Oparran writer about the the Chelish civil war and the rise of House Thrune:
"Trooping his colour.
I crossed the world on dust roads.
Troops marching on.
Until the end of time!
1000 hearts.
Theres no retreat between the ruins.
We embattle the last line!
In front of Defeat and Misery."
Initiative 14
Janos turns a circle trying to pinpoint anything in the mist. Finally he simply tries to hack at it. He puts a large gash in the floor.
Initiative 12
Drosil feels the chill seep deep into his bones, sapping his strength and making him particularly weary. Realizing that staying here may very well cost him his life, with his already-injured state, he dives through the door back the way he arrived.
Initiative 10
The cold seeps into Anton and Janos.
Round 1
Hearing Tibideau's suggestion, Dantrian pulls a flask wrapped in stiff brown paper from the inside of his vest. He hurls it into the mist, grinning every-so-slightly as the flask shatters on the group and a gout of flame bursts forth.
HP: 17/17
AC: 15 (11 T / 14 FF)
CMD: 15
F/R/W: +4/+4/+0
Hero Points used: 0/2
Prepared Mutagen: Dexterity [ ]
Prepared 1st Level Extracts (2+1): cure light wounds [ ], shield [ ], enlarge person [ ]
-Ongoing Effects-
none
Janos' lips begin to turn a pale color.
HP: 8/20
AC: 17/11/16
Conditions: 2 Str Damage (-1 to Str mod)
Round 1
Initiative 8
Tibideau hops next to B'yelka to get a view of the commotion in the next room. He scowls as he tries to remember more of his studies about haunts.
"They're restless spirits borne of trauma! They draw warmth from the living! We must burn them and put them to rest! I have torches if you need them!"
Hearing Tibideau's suggestion, Dantrian pulls a flask wrapped in stiff brown paper from the inside of his vest. He hurls it into the mist, grinning every-so-slightly as the flask shatters on the group and a gout of flame bursts forth. The spirits shriek in agony, reeling back from the flames.
Initiative 4
Lacking a target, Anton pulls out one of the undead bane arrows and thrusts it into the midst of the spirits. His fist punches right through them, as if they were mist, it appears to have no effect on them.
End of Round 1
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Begin Round 2
Initiative
B'yelka 24
Janos 14
Drosil 12
Haunt 10
Dantrian/Tibideau 8 (whoever posts first acts first)
Anton 4
Cursing loudly at the ineffectiveness of the magic arrow, he backs out of the room, shouting to Janos;
Retreat Janos! Or else use flame to burn away their hatred!
Janos moves up one of the aisles and then rips a torch away from the strips of his pack. His hands shiver with cold as he pulls out the flint striker. "Dantrian, do you have another of those?"
"Just one, Janos. I will need time to create any others."
Tibideau lights the torch and moves to throw it at the haunt.
Anton pulls his own torch.
Dantrian, light it up!
B'yelka continues singing, focusing on the flow of notes she denies her fear of this things from beyond. I think I would be less afraid of Devils!
Drosil looks on from relative safety, trying to warm himself up and giving some thought to what, or who, might be causing this haunt.
Round 2
Initiative 24
B'yelka continues singing, focusing on the flow of notes she denies her fear of this things from beyond. I think I would be less afraid of Devils!
Initiative 14
Janos moves up one of the aisles and then rips a torch away from the strips of his pack. His hands shiver with cold as he pulls out the flint striker. "Dantrian, do you have another of those?"
""Just one, Janos. I will need time to create any others."
Initiative 12
Drosil looks on from relative safety, trying to warm himself up and giving some thought to what, or who, might be causing this haunt.
Initiative 10
Anton is again assaulted by the ephemeral whirling spirits. They draw the fire of life straight from his bones.
Initiative 8
Tibideau lights the torch and moves to throw it at the haunt.
Improvised Weapons
Sometimes objects not crafted to be weapons nonetheless see use in combat. Because such objects are not designed for this use, any creature that uses an improvised weapon in combat is considered to be nonproficient with it and takes a –4 penalty on attack rolls made with that object. To determine the size category and appropriate damage for an improvised weapon, compare its relative size and damage potential to the weapon list to find a reasonable match. An improvised weapon scores a threat on a natural roll of 20 and deals double damage on a critical hit. An improvised thrown weapon has a range increment of 10 feet.
Tibideau flings his torch catching one of the spirits. It hisses out of existence.
Dantrian pulls another paper-wrapped flask from his vest and tosses it into the midst of the mist. "I trust that is what you had in mind, Anton?"
HP: 17/17
AC: 15 (11 T / 14 FF)
CMD: 15
F/R/W: +4/+4/+0
Hero Points used: 0/2
Prepared Mutagen: Dexterity [ ]
Prepared 1st Level Extracts (2+1): cure light wounds [ ], shield [ ], enlarge person [ ]
-Ongoing Effects-
none
Haunt Siphon
Aura faint necromancy; CL 3rd Slot none; Price 400 gp; Weight 1 lb.Description
These glass vials are held within stylized cold-iron casings etched with strange runes, necromantic designs, or other eldritch markings. Within the vial roils a small wisp of white vapor, churning as if caught in a miniature vortex of air. To capture a haunt’s energies within a haunt siphon, you need only twist the metal casing to open the vial in the same round that the haunt manifests (a standard action)—this can be before or after the haunt has acted. You must be within the haunt’s area of influence to use a haunt siphon. When you activate a haunt siphon, it deals 3d6 points of positive energy damage to a single haunt. If it deals enough damage to the haunt to reduce the haunt’s hit points to 0, the mist inside the haunt siphon glows green—if it does not reduce the haunt to 0 hit points, the haunt siphon is still expended and becomes nonmagical. It may take multiple haunt siphons to destroy powerful haunts. A haunt that is neutralized by a haunt siphon takes a –5 penalty on its caster level check to manifest again after its reset time passes.A haunt siphon that neutralizes a haunt can no longer be used to harm haunts, but it can be used as a grenade like splash weapon that deals 1d6 points of negative energy damage with a direct hit. Every creature within 5 feet of the point where the haunt siphon hits takes 1 point of negative energy damage from the splash.
Construction Requirements Craft Wondrous Item, cure moderate
wounds, gentle repose; Cost 200 gp
This sounds like a haunt siphon can hurt a haunt whenever it's activated but can only capture a haunt and turn it into a negative energy splash weapon if done in the round it manifests. Is that correct?
With Dantrian's second flask of alchemist's fire, the haunting mist burns away into nothingness with a quiet shriek.
End Combat
Janos shivers and rubs his arms in an effort to warm up. "What was that? Another haunt? How do we get rid of this one?" He slowly puts away his torch and reties the straps.
Dantrian adjusts his cloak as the mists squeal into nothingness, allowing the garment to hang comfortably from his shoulders again after constantly reaching into his vest.
"It would appear so. Let us search around the room. Perhaps these haunts are unable to manifest far from what ever binds them here. If so, we may be able to uncover the truth somewhere in this room. And I would prefer that to having to risk the planchette again, agreed?"
B'yelka tries her best to not look worried. The party is barely into the house and she knows that her magic is used up and the ghosts in this burned out nightmare seem to be more than they expected to see. Definitely less afraid of devils! However, she puts on a brave face and asks, "Can someone help with Drosil's injuries? It seems this place has no love for our fetchling friend."
Searching the room turns up nothing of use in regards to the haunt, or anything else for that matter.
Dantrian nods at B'yelka's words and turns to Drosil. He reaches into an inner vest pocket and produces a stoppered flask. He extends it to Drosil, the blue and golden liquid swirling about within the flask as he does so. "I have three of these curatives left at present. You are welcome to this one if you would like."
Tibideau addresses Dantrian and Drosil. "I haven't used any of my healing magic yet. Shall I save it for when our liquid remedies run out?"
It's no wonder the professor feared to tread in here. This place is damned.
I fared better than poor Drosil but I'm still chilled to my bones. Tibideau, if you can spare some of your curative magic I'll gladly take it also.
Hp=14/20
Lay on hands 2/4
Smite evil 1/1
"I will leave that up to Drosil for the moment."
Some kind of auditorium. Several rows of wooden benches, all spotted with mold and sagging with neglect, face a stage walled off from the rest of the room by a wall of iron bars.
"I could use some healing too, but I think Drosil is worse off. It's hard to think something could have died of cold during a fire." Janos hefts his axe, but his lips are still an unnaturally pale. "We ought to be near the front. Maybe we can make our way out the front doors."
HP: 8/20
AC: 17
Conditions: 2 Str penalty (-1 Str Mod)
"As I said, I have three such curatives if you would care to avail yourself of one as well, Janos." Dantrian extends a potion to Janos, seemingly unmindful of the fact that he himself has somehow remained unscathed.
Janos accepts a potion from Dantrian and swallows it. Immediately, some of the color returns to his face, but he still shivers with apparent cold.
Tibideau rummages around in his bag. "I still have some non-magical remedies, two I believe." His hand emerges clutching a small stoppered bottle and a rolled up piece of paper. "Anton, take this drink." He passes the bottle to the paladin.
He reads a chant from the scroll and touches Janos on the arm. Familiar purple sparkles pour out from his hand and settle over Janos's body.
He then turns to Drosil, not waiting for him to take Dantrian's curative once he eyes the fetchling's condition. "You could use something a bit stronger." He places his hand on Drosil's shoulder, and whispers a short incantation. Orange sparkles dance around Drosil's body.