Dungeon Master S's "Mists of Mwangi" [CORE] (Inactive)

Game Master Chris Marsh

As of the moment, the atrium seems rather bare. The exhibits here are all rather mundane, well, mundane if you're a Pathfinder!

Haliphod confirms that whatever is the cause, it's not in this room. Only the doors remain...

"So, Samil, did you found where is the curator's office in this map?"

"Man, even the names are look alike: Seiran, Samil. They only can be brothers!", he smiles while speculates in his mind.

"If you didn't, I suggest that we go through the corridor and start by the door on the left".

For a moment Samildanach doesn't respond but then he realises Peter is talking to him and he points to the door to the left off the start of the corridor.

"There is an office marked off the main room here, I say we make sure the owner isn't dead first"

Once everyone is ready, The half Orc pirate pushes open the door.

Omrijka moves up a little ahead of Samil and has a listen at both doors ready to whisper to the rest of the party if she hears anything
perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15 +1vs traps

Backing up his fellow half orc, Seiran follows behind.
"If anything anyone in here might have temporarily lost their reason, we might have to take a more gentle approach."

Omrijka nods at Seiran stows her Glaive and pulls out a sap

"If anything anyone in here might have temporarily lost their reason, we might have to take a more gentle approach."

"Sure...", Peter murmurs with a psycho eyes.

Finding no traps, the party opens the door. The mists here congeal into a thick and silvery fog that cools the lungs. Arranged throughout this large hall are exhibits on the funerary traditions of several civilizations, along with preserved corpses arrayed in grim stillness. A giant warrior looms from the haze, his arms crossed at his chest, his helm solemn and still. Beyond lie sarcophagi of varied designs, and a few glass cases wherein withered dead are held upright by rods and string; grim exhibits of long-dead citizens whose fallen empires were erased an age past.

A placard above this hall reads “The Honored Dead” in blood-red calligraphy.

More corpses. With my luck they will start running at us inviting us to their eternal party.

Silgil suspiciously raises his wand. Can't say readies it since he already had it out.

"Friends, watch out for undead. Though this mist doesn't seem to have anything to do with undead, the blasted things seem to pop up wherever I go."

Entering the exhibit of the various ways people keep their corpses, Samildanach spits superstitously, the dead should lie at sea, returned to the natural order, not kept from it as display pieces. Shrugging he makes his eay to the offices indicated on the map granted to them.

"Right lets get to the office and ask what the hell is going on in this accursed museum"

a single move into the room heading right. Cant move token right now

a single move into the room heading right. Cant move token right now

I moved it for you. 20' to the right.

Silgil follows, trailing 10'.

"After the sign declaring it to be the likely place of undead? Unlikely." Seiran grins as he once more steps in after the rest and uses his divine senses.
Detect Evil.

"Let me spy with my little eye......" he intones.....

Seiran's paladin abilities do, in fact, detect the presence of evil, but the source makes itself known nearly right away.

A trio of figures appear through the mist. One is a withered corpse that looks like it's from beneath Osirion’s sands. It bears a jeweled scarab on its chest among its spiced wrappings.. Another is a hulking skeleton, with a greatclub fashioned from a mammoth’s ivory tusk. The third is a shrunken, emaciated corpse wrapped in rotten silks, and holding a silvered Qadiran scimitar in its bony fists.

Baddies: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
Peter: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
Haliphod: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
Samildanach: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Seiran: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14
Omrijka: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
Silgil: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

Omrijka moves into the room and surveys the creatures. "These are to far gone to be worth saving. Time for true steel!" She drops her sap and retrieves her glaive

End of turn but if AOO provoked coming in reach of her glaive then

As Haliphod walks in, he shouts "Hey, Silgil.. I see them! There's your undead!"

Then, as if suddenly realizing that seeing undead is perhaps not a good thing, he says "Oh...."

Haliphod then starts mumbling arcane rumblings, as he begins a summoning spell (1 round casting time).

The words of magic and the drawing of steel meet the undead.

Round 1:

Peter: Go
Omrilka: Move and weapon switch
Haliphod: Spellcasting
Seiran: Go
Baddies: TBD
Silgil: TBD
Samildanach: TBD

"I'll have some fun now", he says while enters the room and shoots against the one who still have some flesh.

mwk composite longbow: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 261d8 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Juhah follows him and stands beside Peter, defending him.

Readied atk if somebody get close (bite): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 191d4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7
Trip: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

"My Little eye doths sees too much......." Seiran finishes rather lamely....

Rushing forward, he draws his own blade, nearly trips and impales himself but manages to catch his footing and stab forward.

Attack 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 181d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
"Whew!"

Peter does, indeed, start having fun. The mist is thick, but not thick enough to throw off his aim. The arrow strikes the ghoulish corpse in the head, nearly dropping it. It only barely shambles forth to keep the fight going. Seiran swings hard, and despite his sword not being the right tool for the job, takes the skeleton out!

The remaining skeleton charges forward towards Juhah. The animal's teeth clamp down hard, but he tears out a tibia instead of tripping the foe. The skeleton swings his silver-bladed scimitar down ATK: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17 for DMG: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

The ghoul, pushing through the near fatal injury steps towards Seiran and lashes out with unnatural hunger:

Bite: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15 MISS
Left Claw: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4 MISS
Right Claw: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18 for DMG: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 and Seiran needs to make a DC 13 FORT save or be paralyzed for 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 rounds.

Finally one more corpse arises from the mist. It's slow and awkward, shambling towards the party from behind a display.

Round 1:

Peter: ATK
Omrilka: Move and weapon switch
Haliphod: Spellcasting
Seiran: ATK
Baddies: ATK
Silgil: Go
Samildanach: Go

Samildanach wonders what to do for a moment before drawing out his holy symbol of Gozreh and holds it aloft.

"The Storm King commands you to fall foil unnatural creatures!"

channel positive energy to harm undead in 30', believe i can get all of them from my location. DC 12 will save for half or take Positive energy damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Everybody can feel a strong anger coming from Peter's sight and breath, when he saw his pet being hardly wounded.

Skipping the saves as the damage is the same.

Samildanach shares the power of Gozreh as the energy cascades like the waves of the sea. All of the enemy shudder a bit, and the ghoul drops!

Round 1:

Peter: ATK
Omrilka: Move and weapon switch
Haliphod: Spellcasting
Seiran: ATK
Baddies: ATK
Silgil: Go
Samildanach: channel

Red is too close for comfort and Silgil unleashes a Magic Missile at it.
Magic Missile: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Silgil's reaction is just what he needed, the missile shatters the skeleton to pieces!

Round 2:

Peter: Go
Omrilka: Go
Haliphod: Go
Seiran: Go
Baddies: TBD
Silgil: TBD
Samildanach: TBD

Fort Save 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10 lol

Stricken by the claw, Seiran stays inmobile.

Somehow I think Seiran will be okay :-)

Round 2:

Peter: Go
Omrilka: Go
Haliphod: Go
Seiran: Paralyzed for 4 rounds.
Baddies: TBD
Silgil: TBD
Samildanach: TBD

Juhah attacks with fury the creature in front of her.

bite: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 241d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
trip, if hit: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

claw #1: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 271d2 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 +4 on atk if the creature is prone.
claw #2: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 221d2 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3 +4 on atk if the creature is prone.

crit conf claw #1: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 171d2 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 +4 on atk if the creature is prone.

Peter keeps his longbow in the back, pulls out his morningstar and attacks the skeleton toward Haliphod. If Juhah hasn't killed the creature that she attacked, Peter will attack it instead.

morningstar 2-handed + PA: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 111d8 + 12 ⇒ (2) + 12 = 14

Juhah's first bite clamps down and knocks the zombie over. The teeth don't seem to affect the zombie much, but the claws certainly do!

Peter's powerful swing crushes the thing's skull!

Combat over.

"And this," he says as he slaps Seiran's paralyzed back, "is why we work in teams!"

Samildanach looks at the corpses at their feet and shrugs deeply, a concerned look on his face.

"Any of us get injured barring Seiran?" he asks gruffly, "I can channel to heal if we need it."

"TA DA!!!" Haliphod exclaims, as a scraggly mutt of a dog appears. The dog sniffs the air, turns around 3 times, and sits down.

"Hmmm. You all took care of that awfully quick." He reaches down and pulls a femur from the skeleton, tossing it to the dog.

Haliphod then looks around the room for any other signs of trouble.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16

And THAT'S why I stopped memorizing the summon spell.

Omrijka stows her glaive and picks up her sap. "I is fine thanx" says Omrijka to Samil as she begins putting back the bones into a semblance of order although she seems more interested in the nature of any jewellry the bodies may have been wearing than the actual bones

"Hey dont do that! she shouts at the gnome and then moves over to the summonned dog dog fort save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6 and then tries to calm it as it undergoes the same transformation as Juhah"Easy boy Easy there" The dog then vanishes leaving the bone behind. Omrijka picks it up and then returns the bone to the remains of the skeleton.

She stands and announces "I will go close da door to da museum and put a warning on it to keep animals out. They seem to react badly to da mist" before proceeding to do just that

Seiran after a few embarassing moments of standing stock still finally recovers from his paralyis.
"Hey. I was not ready!" he jibs back his grin back in place.
"I keep wanting to use claws which I don't have....." looking at his own hands suspiciously.

Samildanach slaps Seiran's shoulder heartily and gives him a stern smile whilst examining the gash marks caused by the ghoul.

"Shall we press on or do you need that healin'?"

Waiting for everyone to return and get themselves together, Samildanach pulls out the map again and points to the door across the room.

"That goes to the offices, I suggest we go there next to find out what we can of this accursed place."

With a sign up on the door, and Seiran back in action, the party crowds around the next door...

I've put my icon next to the next door but I'm just waiting there for the others.

"I think I'm fine for now. Better save that healing for some another time, as I brought a wand." Seiran declines even as he grins to assure his companion.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

somebody move my icon to the relevant door
Omrijka stands ready with sap drawn

Silgil and Omrijka approach the door, ready, both can hear the sounds of furniture being smashed. Occasionally a scream enters the mix.

Silgil jerks away from the door in surprise, then moves closer and yanks open the door.

"Sounds like someone is in trouble!"

Within, several desks lie overturned, papers in disarray, and chairs smashed to kindling. A sturdy steel cabinet sits against the back wall, its doors much battered and dented. The mist here roils near the floor and ceiling, creating a strange patch of visibility stretching from knee-height to a few feet overhead. The smoky tendrils flow up and down the walls unnaturally and savage visages swirl to life, fanged mouths agape, before dissolving into mist once more.

Whatever was smashing things is nowhere to be found.... Feel free to search with Perception checks. The screaming comes from the cabinet.

Could you remove the mask on the area we are entering, just to make sure we are talking about the same place.

"You! In the cabinet! Friend or foe?"

Following the dwarf into the room, Trident raised, ready to launch an attack at any moment, spying nothing at a cursory glance he peers around the office from behind raised shield.

perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

map up to date.

From the cabinet, "Friend to anyone who gets me the hell out of here!" the voice is near panic.

DM SCREEN: 2d20 ⇒ (14, 15) = 29

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Let's move you guys into the room, once placed we can see about getting into the cabinet.

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I moved Silgil and Sami

Halliphod plays with the dog for a while, as the others check out the next room. "Find anything back there, gents?"

Omrijka moves into the room and looks around
perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18 (+1 vs traps)