DaWay's PFS First Steps (Group 1) (Inactive)

Game Master DaWay

Sorry, forgot initiative roll. Here goes... 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

The ghoul cocks her head to the side and says, "Yes, Maurit knows of the jade katana, Strange creature has, changes color much, many papers too but strange creature wander the halls, place is not to be taken likely. She turns to answer Matthias Maurit already answered, am Maurit

initative: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (14) + 0 = 14

"Enough!" shouts the normally jovial priest with an authority and anger you have never heard from him. He holds forth his holy symbol not in a toast, but with a force and reverence indicating the most dire of circumstances. Rolling from him you sense an energy, violent but ethereal, pass by you leaving you unharmed. The energy felt like the burn of too-strong liquor that is too strong to swallow and would leave you wretching and poisoned, but it rolls past you without tangible effect.

Channel positive energy to destroy undead: 1d6 ⇒ 1

"No soul should be trapped in such a wretched abomination of flesh!" the priest growls as he draws his rapier.

As soon as Vanyel is able, he steps away from the ghoul and speaks another phrase in the guttural syllables of archaic Draconic. A pale ray springs from his hands, but misses the undead creature.

Disrupt undead ranged touch attack on the ghoul: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

Shinkeer yells to the party, Step away from her so I can get a clear shot!, as he raises his musket.

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5 attack 1d10 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15 damage

Power Attack with bec de corbin

Arjunta swings his polearm at the undead creature before stepping back towards Brother Felinros.

Shimmered draws a bead on the woman and fires, his musket going off with a thunder and billow of smoke.

Shinkeer then steps back 20 ft and prepares to reload his musket.

Ranged Touch Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

Damage: 1d12 ⇒ 5

Wielding his spear as best he can, Mathias readies an action to strike at the creature if comes to any allies.

Readied attack strike if it occurs: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (16) - 2 = 14
Damage if it hits: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Maurit (1 damage) init: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

Vanyeal 21-delay
Mathias 15-attack miss
Felinros 14-channel energy
Zoltan 7-delay?
Shinkeer 5-move, attack miss
Arjunta 3-attack miss

Maurit responds to Arjunta's swing by stepping up and taking an AoOs attacking with her new found "weapons"

bite: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 FORT saves vs disease and paralysis
claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3 save vs paralysis
claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3 save vs paralysis

Zoltan responded with surprise as combat erupted, as the gladiator had dismissed the woman and was focused on the overhead ledge. Hey! Why is everyone hitting the healing lady?? He stumbled back a bit as the fray surrounded him, but seeing the creature attempting to claw and bite his companion he reacted instinctively. Grabbing his large oaken club from over his shoulder, he brought the weapon crashing down on Maurit's head.

Attack 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15

Damage if hits 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Was that a provoking maneuver? Or just a 5' step?

Fort save #1 (disease) 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Fort save #2 (paralysis) 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15

15 on a Touch Attack is a miss ? And wasn't she flat-footed, for at least part of it?

Did she move or five foot step? She got a full attack?

sorry SHinkeer's attack hits (6 damage). 5 foot step. Zoltan misses. Arjunta you have ghoul fever though it's effects wont be present until later we can take care of it in the discussion tab if you wish. Anyone else?

assuming Vanyeal will attempt disrupt undead on Maurit again 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15 1d6 ⇒ 5 (11 damage)

Maurit attacks arjunta again
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 save vs paralysis
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3 save vs paralysis

confirming crit
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

everyone else can post their actions.

Zoltan's eyes go wide in surprise as the creature bit and tore Arjunta. What in the hells has gotten into you, lady?! Perhaps slowly realizing that the group faced a formibable foe, the gladiator again swung his massive club.

Attack 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

Damage1d10 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

I'm at 2/13 hp. 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10 fort vs. Paralysis

"Ouch. Kill it quickly! "

Grimfaced, Brother Felinros steps forward to stab with his rapier, placing the ghoul between Arjunta and himself.

Rapier Attack: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 3 + 2 = 23
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Critical Confirmation: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 3 + 2 = 11
damage: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Knowing his limited martial prowess, Mathias uses the spear to aim at close calls to the undead abomination, aiding Zoltan.

Aiding Zoltan's to hit: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (18) - 2 = 16

Sorry, didn't realize you were waiting on me. That's what I would have done, thanks.

Shinkeer fires off another shot at Maurit.

Touch Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
Damage: 1d12 ⇒ 12

Out of combat.

You are rocking that musket Shinkeer :P

"That's a foreboding start to our mission.", Mathias ponders out loud. Now turning to the injured Shoanti, the Chelish wizard pulls out a slender black wand and taps him. "This should take some of the sting out from your injuries.

Arjunta, tapped you with a wand of infernal healing, so assuming we wait the full minute, that will be 10 HP healed.

Shinkeer reloads his musket and proceeds to search Maurit's body.

"Ahh, that feels much better. What the heck was that thing?"

"Well that should make the arrogant Eagle Knight pleased."

"The Brother seemed to recognize it as some sort of undead, and it was damaged by my minor positive energy spell. Felinros?" I must remember what this thing looked like, in case we encounter more of them. Filthy creatures.

Brother Felinros nods grimly. "The walking corpse was a Ghoul. They are known to paralyze a living person with a touch of their claws, and they carry disease with them as well. You were fortunate not to be helpless within its claws, but we must get you to a more powerful healer than I after we finish here to check your wounds for infection."

The creature talked to us as if still alive... the hunger hadn't consumed its old mind entirely yet. Pondering for a moment the Brother continues.

"The fact that it conversed with us indicates it was newly raised to its wretched undead form... I suppose we did get some information from it, but should we encounter such again I suggest we give it the final death as soon as possible to avoid paralysis and corruption. Either way, it appears that the way to the door is open now. Shall we venture forth?"

Zoltan frowned at the body of the ghoul on the ground, but his eyes darted back up at Brother Felinros as he spoke his piece. Hey, whoa, hold on their padre, just because some old hag goes hog wild and flies off the handle don't mean we need to bring the whole "walking dead" thing back up. I mean, that's just crazy talk! The gladiator shakes his head and then adds, but, yeah, let's get movin'. Unwinding his rope and grappling hook from his pack, Zoltan attempts to get a firm grip on the ledge and climb up. He'll just Take 10 on the check

Vanyel takes a long look at Arjunta's wounds, then back at Zoltan. "I have never been to Varisia. Is it common there for old ladies to be capable of inflicting damage such as that with nails and teeth? The Varisians I have met here in Absalom have generally looked normal, but one never knows."

Zoltan grimaces for a moment in recollection. Well, it ain't common but the women there do go crazy sometimes. My Aunt Esmerelda would kick my arse for stealin' a pie or some such. Just flat lose their minds!

"With all due respect to your aunt Esmeralda, I doubt she could manage the claws and teeth of that creature. Whether the walking dead or some other beast, it was hardly human."

she has on her 3 potions, leather armor, a dagger, shortbow w. 20 arrows, MW thieves tools, and an opal.

Assuming you move in to the dungeon:
Attached to the north wall at this corridor junction is the relief carving of a giant face. The relief is that of a Qadiran man with a billowing beard. His eyes are closed, and his lips are parted, as if he were blowing out a flame. His lips frame a deep hole in the wall. The paint once adorning the relief is chipped and faded, but traces of its brilliant blues and pristine whites are still visible here and there. On the man’s forehead is a single Kelish word, carved in a flowing script.

Be on your guard. There could be traps everywhere. "

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21 perception

Vanyel happens to know Kelish; what does the word mean?

Zoltan heeds Arjunta's call and checks around for traps. He'll avoid the face for now.

Perception 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

Vanyeal it means 'air'. The rest of you see no traps.

Shinkeer moves into the corridor and waits for a decision of direction to be made.

Vanyel invokes a small arcane cantrip and examines the carving. Casting detect magic.

Sorry guys, ina blizzard and net stuff is flaky. Will hopefully be good by tomorrow.

yes it radiates magic vanyeal- evocation magic

"There is magic here; I suspect that if we attempt to move past this it will create a great wind. I may be wrong, though."

While his spell is running, the elf will also examine the potions the ghoul was carrying.

Spellcraft check to identify: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13
Spellcraft check to identify: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24
Spellcraft check to identify: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21

Nodding to the mage, Brother Felinros says, "Well a bit of wind shouldn't be the end of us. I say we turn left (south) and see what we find."

With that he mutters a prayer to Cayden, and his rapier glows brightly. He holds the blade aloft as if it were a torch.

He will maintain a light spell on the rapier

Shinkeer nods silently and begins walking to the left, trying to do so as quietly as possible.

Stealth: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

Two potions of Cure Light Wounds, one potion of protection from evil.

Heading left (West): This large room is dank, and a strange draft flows through it carrying with it a foul odor. Rubble is strewn here and there. A strange, slimy slick glistens down the western wall. Near the slick is a wooden door. The only sound in this room is a faint drip echoing from deeper in the dungeon.

init: 1d20 - 5 ⇒ (18) - 5 = 13

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18 Init when it matters.

"Slimy walls, magical faces, and strange writings. Seems like we're in the right place, anyway. "

Holding his rapier before him, Brother Felinros examines the slime, without touching, to make sure it does not look hazardous.

Init: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (18) + 0 = 18

Lousy place to hide papers and a nice sword, Zoltan grumbles. Walking next to Felinros he contents himself with scanning the area for threats.

Initiative 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5