Exiles of Winter PFS scenerio# 2-17 [Recruitment closed] (Inactive)

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"Maybe that is why the goblins were up in the rafters?"

Realizing what Jawhar is up to, Jamir checks the door for traps, to the best of his ability.

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

Jamir scratches his head absently.

"Searching for traps ... is not my strong suit."

"I'm sure you're just being modest, Jamir." Modesty isn't really Jamir's style. Maybe he is turning a new leaf? I think the searching would be done before I get there, so I won't add a Perception check. However, if the room is empty:

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"How can I be of assistance? I'm not a trapfinder but I'm eager to be gone from here with our mission complete..."

Jamir grins at what he perceives as Jawhar’s concern.

“Have no fear for my self-esteem, friend Jawhar! Modesty has never been one of my faults! No, it is merely that as misspent as my youth may have been, I always chafed at the Taldan stereotype that would cast all halfling adventurers as thieves, and thus preferred to spend my time learning swordplay and sailing!”

Jawhar glances down at his fingers, scarred from dozens of minor cuts.

“Although I admit, there are times when such skills would have been useful.”

He shrugs.

"Perhaps we should try the door?"

"Yes please Sir Montajay! Let's try the door." Lia says, with possibly a touch too much enthusiasm.

Jamir will open the door, rapier in hand (assuming he did not spot any traps). But first, Jawhar and Torvald, could you make sure your tokens are placed where you want them on the map?

Done. Scimitar in hand.

For some reason, I thought we had already opened the double doors into 3A. My previous posts assumed we were opening the door into the little room south of 3A.

My previous spoiler can be considered my preorder for what will happen if 3A is empty. I will proceed to the closed door in 3A and open that door, looking for traps with my previous rolls (in the spoiler).

Craggark moves back and forth on his feet like a fighter in the ring, awaiting the first bell for action.

"Need some help getting that door open?" Craggark offers impatiently.

Token placed. Ready Action with a bomb

Rapier in hand and an anticipatory grin on his face, Jamir opens the door.

A mass of broken tables, chairs, and barstools clutter the center of this dusty room, and a crumbling bar still stands in front of a broken mirror on the north wall. Three small alcoves in the southwest corner once served as semiprivate bar booths but now host only rubble. The door to a storage room in the northwest corner (immediately to your right) hangs loose on its hinges, the smell of rotting refuse wafting from within. Two sets of double doors lead to the street to the south and your party has just opened one of the double doors on the north wall.

Jamir can make a perception check

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

"Malodorous, but there does not appear to be anything out of the ordinary. Let us make a quick search of the area and move along."

Jamir moves into the room, looking around and on the floor - and up in the rafters - for goblins, rabid dogs, clues to Skagni's whereabouts, and traps.

Perception, taking 10: 10 + 6 = 16

As previously stated, after a quick look around to see if there are enemies, I head toward the door to the storage room, prepared to open it unless someone shouts an alert of some kind.

Stepping quickly, Lia moves into the room behind Jamir and Jawar, then heads toward the crumbling bar. She glances behind it before moving toward the debris pile, looking for anything of note as she goes.

Cautious for rats or other creatures, she looks to the rafters once again, hoping the goblin threat to be truly over.

perception: 1d20 ⇒ 9

Finding nothing of interest, she turns back to the group and shrugs her shoulders, "Nothing special over here, at least as far as I can tell. Anyone see any stairs leading down?"

I see the stairs on the map, but none of the characters have actually seen them yet.

Craggark steps into the room and maintains a central position, awaiting any threats.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (12) + 3 = 15

He wrinkles his nose.

"I wasn't expecting it to smell great in here, but it smells worse than I thought it would," he says with a chuckle, his hand gripping the vial of alchemist's fire.

your group checks the old bar room portion and storage area of 3A as best you can. You poke your weapons through broken piles of furniture. Kick over empty barrels to see if anything is inside, look under the bar, and even stop your feet on the floor boards trying to find hidden caches or anything of interest. In all you spend 7 or 8 min investigating the room and find nothing of value.

to be specific, your party has searched the whole room and found nothing of interest.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Torvald enters last, standing in the doorway and warily looking around, turning the bomb-flask over and over in his hand.

Eager to find Rognvald, Lia grabs Craggark's hand and pulls him along, back near where they first entered the building. Looking to the door of what looks like a large storeroom, Lia asks, "How about in here? I know you glanced in here before but we've searched everywhere else. This must lead to poor Rognvald!"

I moved Craggark and marked the path, only because it seemed like an expedient and safe thing. Feel free to correct this if that wasn't cool.

Jawhar follows back to the other door quielty, eyes and ears open.

We've already been through the open room, so the dice roll would be needed after we open the door.
Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19

I'll be toward the back of the group, so I'll assume someone else will be searching the door for traps

"Well if this is the last door, then I guess we have no choice? Unless this whole place was a red herring, but some dogs and goblins don't seem like much of a trap..."

So do you guys investigate 3C now? Remember to to move your pawns to where u are. Not sure what Jawhar's perception is about but the room door is open to 3C and Craggark already peaked inside didn't see any enemies. if you're not in the room or at least in front of the door you cannot check for traps. There are 5 places a trap is likely to be either door, the barrels, the refuse, or the floor. You can give me one perception for them all but please tell me in what order you check them. Or you could just walk to the opposite door. Once inspected it's obvious the other door leads to a stairwell (it's open). The first person to peak through(the open door) knows the following.

The kegs in this room are almost all cracked or broken in someway, and all are empty. Trash stands piled in the northwest corner of the room in front of a crumbling fireplace. An open door in the east wall gives ingress to a landing of downward leading staircase.

Once we enter the room...

As usual, Torvald places himself in a spot with a decent view of whatever might beyond the door, where he can use his bomb. Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

Eager to find Rognvald, Lia grabs Craggark's hand and pulls him along, back near where they first entered the building. Looking to the door of what looks like a large storeroom, Lia asks, "How about in here? I know you glanced in here before but we've searched everywhere else. This must lead to poor Rognvald!"

I moved Craggark and marked the path, only because it seemed like an expedient and safe thing. Feel free to correct this if that wasn't cool.

it's all good give me a perception check Analia.

Not the most perceptive of the group, Lia still feels she can contribute to searching in general. As she moves into the room she spies the door and smiles.

"That must be the way down!" she whispers excitedly to her friends as she points at the door before her. Thinking back to how the goblins surprised them from above, she looks to the ceiling, then the refuse pile on her left before finally moving next to Torvald and inspecting the barrels near him.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 12

She is not really looking for traps. She is just looking for anything note worthy, or hidden enemies. Traps are not something she really thinks of. I will give the others a chance to post further before I continue.

Sorry, folks, I'm going to be at work a while longer, so just posting the mechanics for now.

Jamir follows the others into 3c, and looks around. He ignores the first door (as others have already gone through it), but pokes around the refuse pile, then the barrels, then the floor, looking for clues, goblins, or traps. Only as they are about to go through it does he pay any specific attention to the door to the stairs.

Perception, taking 10: 10 + 6 = 16

just waiting for Craggark and Jawhar

Craggark moves for the door.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

"Hey guys," he says, "there's a set of stairs over h---"

His voice is cut off as:

As the last to enter, I don't think it really matters what I look at first, but floor, ceiling, door.

Since others are already looking at the refuse and barrels, I would not pay much attention to them.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22

You search the room and find nothing of value except a stairs leading to an apparent cellar.

Craggark is still sad that he scuffed his boots.

So is Lia. She pats Craggark on his back sympathetically...

"Well, then. It looks like we've finally found the entrance. Quietly now."

As quietly as he can, Jawhar proceeds down the stairs. After finally getting rid of the chest, he feels light on his feet and free as a bird.

He is somehow completely unaware of the sounds caused by his weapons clanking against his armor or the fact that he keeps stepping on brittle pieces of fallen plaster and wood.

I'm not actually "trying" to be stealth. Just for flavor.

Clunking down the stairs, Jawhar starts to hear the echo of his armor clicking together getting repeated through the narrow walkway.

He looks back over his shoulder with a grimace, and stage whispers "Shhhh! There's probably more bad guys down here!" I'm hunting wabbits!

He then takes a quick look at the door and attempts to hear anything from the other side.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

If there is nothing obvious, he will wait till everyone else is ready before opening the door.

"Not to fret, Craggark, I probably have some boot polish somewhere on me. Once we're done here I'll find it, or failing that make you a batch."

Not wanting to be left out, Lia rushes to catch up to Jawar, brushing past Torvald in the process, equally oblivious to any noise she makes.

As she descends the stairs, just a few paces behind Jawar, she anxiously pinches a dose of saltpeter in her left hand, thinking, This should burn hotter than normal...I wonder though, just how much hotter?

Jamir bows slightly as Lia slips past him to follow Jamir through the doorway to the stairs.

"Ladies first," he murmurs with a sardonic smile.

A moment after she passes, he realizes that the healer and the wizard are now leading the party into an unknown area.

"Wait!"

He races down the stairs behind them, squeezing past Torvald as he goes.

A moment after she passes, he realizes that the healer and the wizard are now leading the party into an unknown area.

BWAHAHAHA!! What could possibly go wrong?

"Not to fret, Craggark, I probably have some boot polish somewhere on me. Once we're done here I'll find it, or failing that make you a batch."

"Oh, excellent! I've used caribou fat before as a leather guard, but I've never had any proper polish---" It's at this point that Craggark notices Jamir's alarm.

"Oooh!" the brawler manages as he realises that the game is afoot. He follows the compact swashbuckler.

I'm expecting razorwire or a spiked pit with punji sticks waiting at the bottom of the stairs once it turns into a slide...or all of the above together with acid floating on a thin glass pane that breaks into terribly jagged shards upon impact...not that I have ever done that to a group, but I am also not not saying I that have ever done that to a group. I would have went with jets that spray boiling hot tar but that is so hard to maintain. ;)

I remember reading through Grimtooth's Terrible Traps when I was a kid, looking forward to springing them on unsuspecting adventurers. Not that I'm expecting them here.

I'm expecting razorwire or a spiked pit with punji sticks waiting at the bottom of the stairs once it turns into a slide...or all of the above together with acid floating on a thin glass pane that breaks into terribly jagged shards upon impact...not that I have ever done that to a group, but I am also not not saying I that have ever done that to a group. I would have went with jets that spray boiling hot tar but that is so hard to maintain. ;)

Ok Analia you must be a profit or something cause yes I moved the trap to the stairs and Jawhar didn't check the stairs for traps #scary witch ..

Jawhar descends the stairs followed closely by Analia, Jamir, then Craggark. Torvald is still at the top of the stairs when Jawhar's foot catches the trip wire. Jawhar's concentration was focused on possible enemies ahead and the nearly invisible trip wire was easy to miss.

Suddenly...bricks and tiles start raining down on the four PC's on the staircase.
trap att: Jawhar: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30dmg: 3d6 ⇒ (5, 2, 1) = 8 trap att: confirm: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25dmg: 3d6 ⇒ (5, 6, 4) = 15
trap att: Analia: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13dmg: 3d6 ⇒ (5, 3, 4) = 12
trap att: Jamir: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25dmg: 3d6 ⇒ (4, 3, 4) = 11
trap att: Craggark: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30dmg: 3d6 ⇒ (5, 2, 1) = 8trap att: confirm: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13dmg: 3d6 ⇒ (6, 3, 1) = 10

remember this is against FF AC

TWO nat 20's?! Yeesh. Does the stairwell still look intact & safe to walk upon?

"My friends! My friends are you alright? I'm coming, lie still!" Twisting his wrist Torvald pops the healing wand back into his hand and starts picking his way down the stairs, fearing the worst.

Don't bother because Jawhar just died.

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Craggark takes a heavy rock off his cranium, but still remains standing. He sees Jamir get buffeted with rocks and debris, while Jawhar gets buried in the rubble.

"Lia!! Jawhar!" the half-orc cries out, blood running freely down the side of his face.

I am going to murder someone.

Craggark's orc half begins to stir.

At the last second, as the debris begins to rain down, Jawar throws himself back and covers Lia!

His sacrifice proves successful in protecting her from harm but also in exposing himself to more debris. As he covers her, a large chunk of brick strikes him on the side of the head with a wicked <THUNK>!

Startled by the suddenness of everything, Lia can only fall back as the priest lands almost on top of her, blowing the air from her lungs.

Recovering a moment later and scrambling free from the debris, she reaches out and feels a wetness on the side of Jawar's unmoving head. The stillness of his body frightens her from her stunned silence and she lets out a scream, "Jawar! Jawar! Wake up! Wake up!"

I'm going to burn someone! she thinks, hot tears welling up in her eyes.

Jamir is unconscious.

love the roll play..but lets hold off a bit..there's a chance this entire scene is retconed..

As Craggark is about to open the final door, Jawhar suddenly freezes in place and collapses to the ground.

Looking around for the source of attack, the party is surprised to find no enemy in sight.

After a moment, Jawhar's eyes open and regain focus.

Snapping upright, he cries out, "Wait! I've just had a horrible vision!

I think it was a warning. A horrible trap waits for us in the next room. I'm not positive, but I think we should be extra careful."

"Really? A vision? Is this a regular occurrence? How very peculiar." Lia wonders aloud, staring at Jawar with her wide silver eyes. I have the most interesting friends.

"Perhaps it's best we proceed extra cautiously. We are entering a den of wicked people after all." she says quietly to the group as she struggles to help Jawar to his feet.

Torvald frowns thoughtfully. "We mortals talk of visions, but what if a deity wants to communicate a message via some other sense, like foul smells and tastes, or a tickling sensation? Is is still a 'vision' per se, if there's nothing involving sight?"