Foxy Quickpaw's - Shattered Star AP

Game Master Foxy Quickpaw

"I do." Abomentolor replies.

Tauriell tips the wand at Abomentolor and as Niamh looks pretty beaten too she gets a healing too.
CSW Abomentolor: 3d8 + 5 ⇒ (2, 5, 2) + 5 = 14
CSW Niamh: 3d8 + 5 ⇒ (1, 3, 7) + 5 = 16
And as Niamh still has wounds in her face from beating herself she gets another one.
CSW Niamh: 3d8 + 5 ⇒ (4, 5, 1) + 5 = 15

"Anyone else?" Tauriell asks looking around.

"I'm fine, thank you. May I take a look at the sword?" Gwenhwyfar asks and casts detect magic.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (11) + 14 = 25
"It is a keen magical longsword." Gwenhwyfar tells. "Who could use that?"

"Thank you." Niamh says and walks to the pool room. "There's one room left to explore."

"I think it's more about who would want that." Tauriell replies and to Niamh she adds "Feel free to take a look into it. Tell me if it's safe. If not I'm going to run."

"I hope you are going to run if I'm attacked again." Niamh replies frisky and opens the door to the left room.

Stone counters line the walls of this chamber. An additional work slab sits in the center of the room—all of these counter-tops are cluttered with beakers, jars, tubes, tools, and all manner of ancient alchemical equipment, many of them caked with strange encrustations of crystals, stains, or other residues. A particularly large urn of corroded-looking metal sits in the center of the westernmost counter-top.

Niamh walks along the counters looking at the things and casts detect magic on the things.

"Well I can use it, but I don't know if I need it. Perhaps we should sell it and make what we have better?" Jimmy thinks out loud

Of the many items in the room seven have a magic aura. A small urn, two glass vials, a cup with a lid and three clay vials.

"Maybe the cat can use it via telekinesis?" Tauriell asks looking at Gwenhwyfar.

She takes the small urn into her hand and eyes it up in the magical spectrum to figure out which magic it is. She continues so with the other magical things.
(In the listed sequents)
Arcana: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26
Arcana: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21
Arcana: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24
Arcana: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28
Arcana: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24
Arcana: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23
Arcana: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24

Niamh packs them all into her backpack and walks over to the big urn. She tries to climb onto the top of it to look into it. Climb: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

"<Ha, ha. Keep the sword, I'll take the wand.>" Destinée replies with a raised eyebrow in elven language in the typical cat like arrogance.

Tauriell bursts into laughter. "That cat is hilarious."

"But I guess Mrs. Fiddles suggestion is the best. We can keep it as a spare and sell it once we're back in Magnimar. Will you carry it? she asks Mrs. Fiddle and holds it to her.

"If I must." Jimmy says grabbing the sword and looping it into her belt

Packing an item takes a move action. Therefore packing seven takes three and a half rounds and the rest of the fourth for climbing.

1st+2nd round bagging the stable items
3rd round: As Niamh takes the vial
vial staying stable DC 26: 1d100 ⇒ 15

the vial explodes
Fire DC 15 Reflex for half: 5d6 ⇒ (6, 4, 2, 4, 2) = 18

Did Niamh take a level of Alchemist? Or is someone else throwing bombs?

"I guess that is Niamh's way to tell us it is not safe in that last room." Tauriell comments on the bang echoing through the halls.

"Why is it every time she steps into a room something tries to kill her?" Jimmy sighs exasperated as she makes her way to the room, peeking around the door

Reflex: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 10 = 30
Niamh jumps away grabbing her backpack and pulls it out of reach of the explosion.
"Oh these f&+%ing exploding, dump items!" She steps away from the explosion things and puts her backpack down in the door to make sure if something else should explode nothing in her backpack is endangered.

Gwenwhyfar hurries to see what happened and if Niamh needs help. "Are you hurt?"

Niamh looks up to the girl. Her skin and her clothes look sooty and she smells a bit burned. "Yeah, a bit."

Gwenhwyfar casts Cure light wounds on Niamh.
CLW: 1d8 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

Tauriell comes after the others and takes a look "More like trying to kill herself. How did you manage to do that?"

The halfling gives Tauriell a glare. "That stupid alchemist mixture exploded as I tried to pack it into my backpack!" Niamh tells angrily.

"Are you going to pack more of these funny fireworks?" Tauriell chuckles at the sight of Niamh's sooted face and singed hair.

"There are two more on the counter." She casts prestidigitation on herself. "Gwenhwyfar, do you have a cure hair spell or something like that? Burned hairs doesn't look very nice!" The halfling explains taking a skein of her counterbored hairs. "Oh, and there were some other magical items." Niamh tells by the way.

"That is not funny. She could get hurt again." Gwenhwyfar protests.

"I only asked. If she wants to leave everything here alone I'm fine with that. But if she packs more of them I'll make some popcorn and take a seat to watch." Tauriell replies.

"Ey, do you think I'm crazy?" Niamh asks with a played shock-expression on her face. She relinquishs to climb onto the big urn as everyone is looking at her now and she doesn't want to confirm Tauriell.

"Yes." Tauriell replies. "Or at least much more courious than careful."

Niamh can't argue with the last remark so she just doesn't answer. "Are you going out of the room now that I can explore this room some more. Or at least close your eyes?"

Tauriell holds her hands in front of her eyes and says "I don't watch."

Niamh doesn't believe the elf. So she just turns invisible and walks really quiet to the big urn and climbs on top of it quiet too.
Climb: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
Stealth: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (20) + 14 = 34
As she sits there Niamh opens the urn to take a look into it.

A grey/transparent limb forms and reaches out of the urn.

Initiative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
Knowledge (Dungeoneering): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26
Niamh slams the lid of the urn. "Tauriell?" She asks turning to Tauriell. "Would you please take the alchemist bomb on the right side over there in the shelf and throw it into this urn please? And really the one at the right side." Niamh asks the elf with a calm voice ready to open the urn again for Tauriell.
"Oh, and Abomentolor? Fire is useless.
Ready action: If Tauriell throws the axid bomb Niamh will open the lid and jump off the urn.

Initiative: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Tauriell sighs, but does as told and grabs the vial and throws it into the urn.
Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13

Initiative: 1d20 - 5 ⇒ (2) - 5 = -3
Initiative: 1d20 - 5 ⇒ (12) - 5 = 7

Tauriell throws and Niamh takes the lid away exposing the oozes to the effect of the acid bomb.
Acid DC 15: 5d6 ⇒ (2, 4, 1, 5, 5) = 17

Reflex: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (5) - 4 = 1
Reflex: 1d20 - 4 ⇒ (5) - 4 = 1

One can only hope that Niamh manages to duck away Reflex Save please

The oozes come out of the urn and ooze towards Tauriell and all the folk at the door as Niamh is still invisible.

Reflex Save: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13
Niamh isn't fast enough with ducking away and feels how the axid guzzles her skin. She walks to the door and casts Cure Light Wounds on herself.
Cure Light Wounds: 1d8 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Initiaive: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (18) + 8 = 26
Abomentolor casts shocking grasp and delivers it to the ooze coming to the door.
Touch Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Electricity: 5d6 ⇒ (3, 6, 3, 6, 1) = 19

Knowledge (Dungeoneering): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30
Tauriell moves to the door. "Let me through, I have an important meeting with the funny side of my life." she says while squeezing through the group standing there.

Abomentolor is attacked by his personal ooze. The other one changes it's direction and also comes after Abomentolor.
Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13
Damage: 1d6 + 4 + 1d6 ⇒ (3) + 4 + (4) = 11
Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
Damage: 1d6 + 4 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + 4 + (3) = 9

Grab: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25
Grab: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22

Both oozes hit the gnome and grab him.

Niamh grabs her backpack on her way out.

"Why is Tauriell running away? Niamh, can I attack these things?" Jimmy asks backing away

Abomentolor is not amused. He casts intensified shocking grasp
Concentration: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (10) + 14 = 24
Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Electricity: 7d6 ⇒ (4, 2, 3, 3, 1, 2, 2) = 17

The first ooze is deadly wounded and is reduced to a puddle at the ground. The other one continues to grab Abomentolor.
Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
Damage: 1d6 + 4 + 1d6 ⇒ (1) + 4 + (2) = 7
Constrict: 1d6 + 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (2) + 1 + (1) = 4

"Sure you can. But probably your weapon will be damaged. Acid you know..." Niamh replies standing invisible next to Jimmy.

Abomentolor is still not amused. He casts intensified shocking grasp again.
Concentration: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (13) + 14 = 27
Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
Electricity: 7d6 ⇒ (4, 6, 3, 1, 5, 3, 3) = 25
"You will die. You can delay the inevitable but you won't survive this."

Tauriell comes back with her bow in hand and shoots at the thing.
Attack: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17
Damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8