Dungeon Master S's Among the Gods (Inactive)

Game Master Chris Marsh

Munk appears, late to the party.

"Hoooooooly--we need to m-m-m-make it over that? Maybe this isn't a good idea after all." Munk shivers, and puts on cold weather gear. His body tenses all over. Human monks are not great with cold.

Survival: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17

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Odd groans audibly (<-- oof, and I groaned at that) after making a few quick calculations in her head. "I take it nobody brought a tent? I guess we'll have to dig shelters in the snow. If we're lucky, we'll be at the summit in two days. If we're lucky." She pulls off her pack and rummages around for a minute. "Aaaand I forgot to bring my pyro kit. Anybody have tindertwigs? Flint and steel? I hope everybody at least brought food."

"I'll prepare a few extra endure elements spells tomorrow, for those that need them. Perhaps Skybek and Paul could also share that burden. One each for Munk, Riegel, and Tuesday in addition to ourselves. Is that agreeable?"

I don't remember what Tuesday's patron is, but I doubt it's Endurance.

Paul looks to be pouting, and shivers a little, but brightens at Odd's recommendation. "Yeah, I can definitely prepare endure elements tomorrow. Sorry I didn't think to do it sooner!

Survival: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

Paul is feeling very cold and unhappy.

Midget Jun finds a solid candidate for a trail.

Autocorrect, yo!!!

Survival: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24 <--enough for a better trail?

the half-orc looks about stoically. I think I'll be OK in the cold. Save yer spells for somethin' else. I think a +11 on the fort save vs. cold should be enough... I've got some hard tack, maybe that'll last us all 'til we git there. Could be a bit o' game too. We'll keep an eye out for some shelter. Let's git a move-on--the sooner we start, the sooner we git there!

He hunkers his head down, but keeps his eyes outward, searching for shelter or fire making materials primarilly, game secondarilly, and starts moving.

Survival: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Odd is skeptical. "Game? Here? Unlikely, I think." She looks around at the party and frowns. "I don't know. I'm of half a mind to try to find a shelter now, and begin the ascent tomorrow once we're better prepared. Paul looks half-frozen already."

The DC for the fort save in this weather is 15, plus 1 for every previous consecutive check. You and Munk will only have to make that check every hour, but Paul will need to do so every 10 minutes (unless Paul brought cold-weather gear?). Even you will eventually have a tough time keeping out the cold.

"Aye, Ahh'm nae tae pleased aboot this weather. Can somebody mak a fire tae warm mae bones?! Did Ahh miss the message that we were goin tae be mountain climbin?!"

Was that fire, you said? From behind the party strolls a tall, dark teenager with a self-satisfied smile holding a burning bundle of sticks in an upraised hand. Though he's bundled in cold weather gear, it's clear that he's too slim at the shoulders to be proportionate for even lanky human teenagers. A thin sheen of black hair run over the tops of his ears. His fingernails are conspicuously clean.

I am Tuesday. From Meriden, a plane few know but that I shared with too many others like myself. I have a few friends, and many playthings. Tuesday walks around to each of the party members, shaking their hands and looking briefly into each of their faces with glittering green eyes.

I look forward to meeting you all. Let us use our daylight hours wisely and make progress up the mountain until we find shelter. I will feed the ashes of an Endure Elements scroll to my scorpion tonight. I dislike getting wet.

survival: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (20) + 0 = 20
kn geography: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Guidance on spellcraft check
spellcraft: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22

Hi everyone! Sorry I'm late! I guess I'm out of one wilderness and into the next! Tuesday actually had the cold weather gear, a scroll of endure elements, and tinder in his witch's kit prior to this campaign. I typically also prepare spark, guidance, message, and detect magic so hopefully this doesn't come off as too metagame-y. My lvl 1 spells prepared are ear piercing scream, ray of enfeeblement, charm person, and burning hands. Lvl 2 spells prepped are animate rope and glitterdust.

Also Nicole playing androgynous characters is super fun. I don't know if anyone picked up on it last game, but T'Orca's PGP is none of the above. Worth the challenge!

"Tuesday! Well met!" Paul greets the witch with a smile. "You seem ... different ... though I guess I do, too ... " Paul's voice starts to waver as she trails off, shivering. "What prompted this change?"

"I look forward to meeting you all. Let us use our daylight hours wisely and make progress up the mountain until we find shelter. I will feed the ashes of an Endure Elements scroll to my scorpion tonight. I dislike getting wet."

"Aye, Ahh can disagree wid yae. Movin aboot wid keep me frae gettin cauld. Mind yae, when we stop tonight, Ahh sure hope that Ahh dinnae hae icicles hangin frae mae beard!"

"Ah, Tuesday, I was wondering when you'd show up." Doing another assessment check...

Odd -- endure elements spell
Riegel -- cold weather outfit
Munk -- cold weather outfit
Tuesday -- cold weather outfit (or endure elements)?
Skybek -- freezing his butt
Paul -- freezing hir butt

Is this correct?

...she begins to take off the bulk of her clothing (armor, tunic, and boots excepted) and hands them to Paul. "Tuesday, would you be willing to lend out your cold weather outfit to Skybek, if you've got endure elements active -- or let him pay you back for the scroll later? If everyone has some protection of some kind, I'm okay with beginning the ascent. I can help heal any frostbite accrued today before prepping more helpful spells tomorrow.

Otherwise I still vote we make camp and a fire immediately."

That is correct. Tell me if you push forward or build a camp and try to survive the night so that you can better handle the elements tomorrow.

And welcome!

Hail, Paul! I am the same as when you met me last. I just prefer a thorough survey of any new encounter, person or otherwise. A little batting around never did a sock any harm, eh? Tuesday gives Paul hearty slap on the back and giggles to himself.

Idgethun, My endure elements spell will come into effect tomorrow, after my communion with my familiar. We can prepare a camp for tonight and I will lend Skybeck my cold weather gear in the morning.

I adapted Tuesday's character a bit after a) close observation of the original Tuesday and fur's behavior. b) thinking about what an older teen with extremely high intelligence but average wisdom utilizing magics he understands only instinctually would be like.

"Idgethun, My endure elements spell will come into effect tomorrow, after my communion with my familiar. We can prepare a camp for tonight and I will lend Skybeck my cold weather gear in the morning."

"Aye, Ahh'm all fer makin a fire and gettin the feelin back in mae toes! Ahh hate tae be a burden on yae, Tuesday. Ahh dannae ken why Ahh'm nae prepared, but Ahh didnae ken we were supposed tae be on a mountain! Ahh just figured we'd be doon in some dank dungeon with lots o' undead beasties."

Barring vociferous objections from anybody... Idgethun begins looking around for a good place to build a shelter, likely by digging into a snow bluff. She also casts about for a potential supply of passable firewood.

Well, I reckon the crypt'll keep another couplea hours, an' we're better off showin' up with all our fingers, toes, and noses still attached.

I say we hunker down, keep warm, an' try our luck movin' out in the mornin'--agreed?

Riegel then starts to look about with an experienced eye for signs of shelter that can accomodate a group this large (first priority); firewood (2nd priority); fresh water (3rd priority); and any food to gather/hunt (4th priority)

only one survival check for all these?

Any o' you trailhands wanna help me look? <--I've got ranks, so use my check and Aid me!![/b]

Survival: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8 <--dang

While looking, Riegel beckons to the newcomer. So Tuesday, how much o' the Captian's schpeal did you catch before sneaking into the teleport circle?

"I've got our water needs covered," Odd mentions, and casts create water to demonstrate. The wind catches most of the water and sprays it all over the warpriest, and she sputters a bit and wipes her face before continuing. "And I think Tuesday can get a fire started once we've got shelter and some wood."

Survival: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6 Nope! This is going well so far, ha.

Anyone else want to try? I'll be reasonable for the first Fortitude saves. Someone pass a DC 15 Survival check.

"Aye, let's a' get tae work and try and mak a nice wee camp wid a toasty fire so we can a' keep warm."

Survival: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

"It finally looks like we might make it out of here without dying, after all. Tuesday, your fire may have saved us all. I'll look, too."

Survival: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

The fire is enough to warm you for the night. Thankfully it's a peaceful night, but in the morning your mission awaits.... How are you prepared?

At dawn, Idgethun rises and traces a spiral in the dirt(?) with a dagger. Pacing around the spiral, she quietly recites a few passages from The Bones Land in a Spiral.

I'll prepare two counts of endure elements, casting one on myself and one on Riegel. That leaves me with shield of faith, stunning barrier, truestrike, and magic weapon for the day. If Paul, Skybek, and Tuesday each prepare their own, can one of you prep an extra for Munk? (I also don't have to be the one to prep Riegel's if one of the more caster-types wants to take that on.)

That night Tuesday eats the ashes of endure elements . In the morning, spends an hour tracking his scorpion pace across the ground. His tail whisks to and fro as he watches.

I can cast Munk's endure elements in addition to my own. My other spells prepared are thus ear piercing scream, burning hands, animate rope and glitter dust. Cantrips are spark, guidance, message, and detect magic

"Uhhm, Tuesday, did yae say Ahh could use that furry winter outfit fer the wee trek up the mountain? Mae beard keeps mae chin warm, but the rest of me is started tae feel a wee bit drafty."

Much obliged, Odd. Riegel shares his food with the group. I can prob'ly forage enough for our food, but it'll slow us down. I don't carry all that much, and what I have won't last long.

I can feed 4 of us by taking 10 and moving at half speed. if I don't take 10 and rely on the roll, it could go "fail to find any food" to "able to feed all of us". Thoughts? anyone else have any rations?

The gunslinger takes a close look at the sky, and sniffs at the wind...

Survival check to predict weather for next 24 hours: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9 <--FAIL!!

"Skybek, why don't you just prepare endure elements? And I have some rations, Riegel. I believe Tuesday does as well, if nobody else does. I'd prefer to keep moving than look for game in this bleak environment." I'll consume one of my trail rations for today, so you can hang on to yours.

"Skybek, why don't you just prepare endure elements?

Skybek stares wide eyed for a moment as he suddenly realizes that he could simply prepare endure elements and solve everyone's problem. When he speaks, he tries to quickly recover from the embarrassing moment.

"Ach, woundnae that tak all the fun out of the advenure?"

Skybek prepares endure elements and casts it upon himself.

"So, whae else is freezin their ass off oot here?"

"I think we're all set! Onward and upward then!"

Odd -- endure elements (self)
Riegel -- endure elements (from Odd)
Tuesday -- endure elements (self)
Munk -- endure elements (from Tuesday)
Skybek -- endure elements (self)
Paul -- endure elements (assuming self?)

"I've also got some food, and some to share next time." Munk smiles and points into his bag—there are enough trail rations to share with the group once or twice. "Mind you, it's not very good food. But it'll keep us alive."

"All right! Let's see if we can't beat this mountain." If no objections, Munk starts down the trail Riegel found the day before. As he walks, he whistles a shanty he learned in his childhood.

""All right! Let's see if we can't beat this mountain."

"Aye, let's climb this beast and find the crypt. Whae wants tae lead the way?"

Skybek loads up his backpack and falls in line, ready to hike to the summit.

"Hmm, for a march order I think Riegel should go first, then maybe Paul after Munk, Tuesday in the middle, Skybek, and I'll pull up the rear? Any other suggestions?"

Riegel -- Munk -- Paul -- Tuesday -- Skybek -- Odd. Thoughts?

This sounds fine to me.

"Aye, Idge, Ahh can hang at the back wid yae. Dannae worry, if we run intae ana trouble, Ahh'll be right here."

Assuming the marching order presented...

The assent is a miserable affair. It's slow going, though you do think the 2 day estimate is fairly accurate. After a brief stop at midday you continue onwards. The sun glares off the speckled stone of the mountain, unobstructed by clouds or plants more dense than low mountain scrub. A rockslide ahead covers much of the natural pathway, narrowing the trail to less than two arm spans wide. Opposite the rockslide, a sheer drop falls away, giving a clear view of the mountainside below and the vast Tandak Plains to the west and south. In the middle of the path, Riegel hits a tripwire releasing an axe that travels directly up the line from behind.

AXE: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11, but the construction sends it wide and it strikes a stone off to the side. Odd and Skybek take a sigh of relief when the second part of the trap releases. The ground beneath lets go into a hastily dug pit at the front of the line. Rigel and Munk dart for solid ground.

Reigel: REF: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
Munk: REF: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Both fall into the pit, thankfully only 10'. Not so thankfully into spikes.

Reigel: Spike Attack: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21 QTY: 1d4 ⇒ 2
Munk: Spike Attack: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17 QTY: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Reigel: Total damage: 1d6 + 2d4 + 4 ⇒ (6) + (2, 1) + 4 = 13
Munk: Total damage: 1d6 + 4d4 + 4 ⇒ (5) + (1, 4, 4, 4) + 4 = 22

Inside the pit bladders of some substance also burst all over the two Pathfinders. They find themselves covered in some kind of concoction that smells horrible, but doesn't seem to have any other adverse effect.

"AGH!" exclaims Odd as the gunslinger and monk go tumbling. Hastily she digs out her silk rope and ties a few quick knots in it, lowering it down the pit wall.

Once they're out, she'll forgo shield of faith to spontaneously cast cure light wounds on Munk, using her healing blessing to empower it (blessings 3/4).
Empowered CLW: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9 x1.5 = 13 healing to Munk
"Pharasma will not judge you yet, my friend."

Tuesday peers gingerly over the edge of the pit and hollers down, Wow. Um, bummer. If either of you've got a wand I could uh, heal you I guess

Tuesday also will continuously cast detect magic from the middle of the marching order and keep an eye out for magical traps.

Out of the pit, Munk is laying on the path, cussing loudly—after all, he did grow up a ship. His butt is bleeding from the spikes, but thankfully his ability to fight is unimpaired. When he finally stands, he groans from the pain. He tries to get some of the gunk off his body.

"UUUGGH. Thanks, Odd. That feels better. Tuesday, if you wouldn't mind, I'd love another heal." Munk fumbles through his pack, finds the wand, and hands it to Tuesday.

"Perhaps the Lucky Drunk would be so good as to offer them some healing instead?" Odd says to Skybek. Probably no need to waste wand resources; between the cleric and the two warpriests we should be okay for today.

Odd would also like to cast a lot of create water to try to wash off whatever that foul-smelling substance is.

Despite the warpriest's best efforts, there's no getting the foul stench off of the pair. (It's identifiable with a craft (Alchemy) check.

"Tuesday, if you wouldn't mind, I'd love another heal."

"Ach! Dannae bother Tuesday, yae can get healin frae me ana day o' the week!"

"Perhaps the Lucky Drunk would be so good as to offer them some healing instead?"

"Aye mae lass, it wid be a pleasure. He's been keepin me warm, the least Ahh can dae is try tae heal up some o' those wounds."

Skybek channels energy, delivering a warm glow of healing energy around him.

Channel Energy: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 2) = 8

"Mind yae step, Munk and Rigel. Ahh dannae suggest yae fall fer ana mair traps."

Munk and Rigel, can you kindly indicate your current hit points and your total hit points? This would help me keep you healthy for this adventure. :)

Once you're ready to advance, I'll need a group survival check.... and a Fortitude save as the air is getting thin. DC 16 or be fatigued.

Paulie did indeed cast Endure Elements on herself, and is feeling much better. The night by the fire helped defrost her frozen muscles.

"Is there any way we could have avoided that trap? I mean, not that it was your fault! But even though we may have a lot of healing, I would hate to see any harm come to anyone."

Paulie blushes at this show of emotion and then lifts her nose at the smell.

Craft (Alchemy): 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

She detects nothing and chooses not to mention the stench. "What say you all we keep going?"

Survival: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Fortitude: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

"I'm pretty tired from all this marching, but I can keep going."

I've been neglecting Paul. I'll get all his stats and such up today, and I'll be posting more regularly!

Survival: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Fortitude: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

"Ach! Ahh dannae understand why the air's gettin stuck in mae throat! Just wait a meenit and Ahh'll catch up!"

Odd fumbles around in her pack for a bit before shaking her head and shouldering it again. Thought I had a jar of universal solvent with this character but I do not. Ah well.

Survival (Aid to Riegel): 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
Fortitude: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

That is because Alkahest is a purely hypothetical substance. The magical item universal solvent is really a misnomer as it dissolves adhesives but not the jar it is stored in or the body it is applied to, presumably

survival, aiding riegel: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (2) + 0 = 2
fortitude: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13

Tuesday gasps for breath at the end of his disquisition.

wow, you guys are busy!! I have more time on weekdays to check than on weekends...

Reigel climbs out of the pit trap, ashamed. He turns to Munk. I was taught better'nat. I shoulda seen that trap, and I cry yer pardon.

He sniffs carefully at the goo, even going so far as to put a bit to his tongue...

Craft (Alchemy): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24

I'm wonderin' if this smell is just to warn upcoming guards of our approach...or to attract some local beastie. and I'm hoping that kickass roll will give me some idea of how to counteract/remove it!

Survival, with 2 aids: 1d20 + 7 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 7 + 4 = 22 <--if anyone else gets a 10, you can aid as well!

Fort save: does this count as a "cold climate" save, and thus get the bonus from the clothes?

Fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20 <--heh. moot for me

Reigel is keeping his eyes (and ears) peeled for approaching creatures, now that they're so stinky...

Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31

Riegel determines it is some kind of musk, but removing the smell is behind his ken of alchemy.

no the save is altitude based.

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"So, dae we ken . . . (Skybek gasps for air) . . . whae set those damn traps?"

After trying to gather a few more gulps of air, Skybek asks, "Are we there yet?"

I'm bettin' this musk is to attract some monster. We best be on our guard. Munk, I'm thinkin' you and I should not be close together. Let whatever's comin' have to choose between the two of us.

So, dae we ken whae set those damn traps?

Reigel looks about for trailsign, especially clues as to who/what could have set these traps.

Survival: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

The party finds no sign or clue as to the trap origin. After completing the rest of the day of hiking, he manages to declare a good camping spot.

The path widens here into a mostly level field of scree between steep slopes up and down from this altitude. A rock formation juts out of the mountain thirty feet overhead, creating a natural shelter some fifteen feet deep and forty feet wide where the remnants of at least one past campsite remain, protected from the harsh elements.

Watches and plans in the morning to survive the altitude and cold?

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25 How recent is this past campsite?

Same plan as before with the endure elements? No idea what to do about the altitude, although I suppose Skybek could use up 2nd level slots for lesser restoration. Not sure if that's worth it. What do you think, Skybek?

"One-man watches, two hours each? One of the huffy-puffers can go without and sleep the whole night, and the other two can take the book-ends to ensure a good night's rest."