Foxy Quickpaw's - Shattered Star AP

Game Master Foxy Quickpaw

Knowledge(Religion): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23
Tauriell picks up the sword and hands it to Hector. "Go there and destroy it. And don't let it lick you."

Hector does as told. He pushes Gwen to the side which makes him block the entrance instead and hacks on the creature.
Hack: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (9) + 20 = 291d8 + 10 + 9 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (4) + 10 + 9 + 3 + (2, 2) = 30

Gwenhwyfar puts a ward on Hector.

I would make lightning in water auto hit with no save

Jimmy steps up behind Hector and uses lay on hands on Gwen looking at her with concern. LoH: 6d6 ⇒ (3, 1, 6, 1, 4, 4) = 19

The Mohrg attacks Hector
slam: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (2) + 15 = 172d8 + 5 ⇒ (8, 6) + 5 = 19
slam: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (4) + 15 = 192d8 + 5 ⇒ (8, 4) + 5 = 17
Grab: 1d20 + 19 ⇒ (13) + 19 = 32
Lick: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27
DC 21 fort vs. paralysis.

Fort Save: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (19) + 15 = 34
Hector continues bashing in the undead.
Attack: 1d20 + 20 ⇒ (7) + 20 = 271d8 + 7 + 6 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (4) + 7 + 6 + 3 + (1, 2) = 23
Attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (7) + 12 = 191d8 + 7 + 6 + 3 + 2d6 ⇒ (5) + 7 + 6 + 3 + (3, 2) = 26

The first Mohrg goes down.

Abomentolor throws in another fireball. "Drop dead already."
Fire DC 20: 10d6 ⇒ (6, 6, 2, 2, 1, 5, 5, 2, 3, 1) = 33

Reflex: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12
Reflex: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26

Tauriell readies a shot past Hector for once the next Mohrg steps up.
Bow: 1d10 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 171d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

Another one of the mohrgs steps up and tries to lick Hector.
Lick: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14

Fort Save: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (4) + 15 = 19
Hector freezes in place.

"You're doing this perfectly. Even if you don't move." Abomentolor tells to Hector throwing another fireball into the room.
Fire DC 20: 10d6 ⇒ (2, 6, 3, 6, 1, 4, 3, 2, 2, 4) = 33

Reflex Save: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11

Now there is nothing left but charred bones and innards.

"Thank you." Gwenhwyfar tells Jimmy, "But I'm fine. It was only a scratch. But I don't have anything to remove this condition from Hector." she tells with a dismal expression on her face.

"Neither do I. How long is it likely to last?"

"Just let him stand there for a minute or two and he will be fine again. But I should get him some real equipment. He is pretty good at taking the hits and dealing some. But only if he stays awake." Tauriell comments.

Minutes: 1d4 ⇒ 3
Hector stands around doing nothing.

Tauriell takes a look at the bath. "Are undead that dirty or why is that water black?" She casts detect magic and checks the area.
Perception: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (20) + 23 = 43

"There is something with that stone." Tauriell tells and points to it.

"Are you a dwarf or what?" Abomentolor complains. "Can we move on now?"

"No, I want to check that." Tauriell replies.

"So our pointy eared dwarf wants to check the masonry." Abomentolor teases. "Then what are you waiting for?"

"I don't want to step into that black sludge." Tauriell replies. "Would one of you fly over or something to check that?"

Gwenhwyfar takes a look at the wall. "Are you sure there is nothing else in the water?" She flies over and tries with her spear at the stone.

The stone moves a little bit and with trying it can be moved out and finally falls into the water. Behind it is a cache that contains a finely made club.

Gwenhwyfar picks the club up and moves back to dry ground. She casts detect magic.
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (4) + 15 = 19

"It's not magic?" Gwenhwyfar exclaims surprised.

"What are they hiding it for then?" Tauriell asks no one particular.

Knowledge(Arcana): 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (16) + 16 = 32
"I think I have an idea." Tauriell tells and takes the club. "I remember something about magic to hide magic. But there is a way to find out."

She takes the pendant of the souk and concentrates on the club.
Identify: 1d20 + 19 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 19 + 10 = 36
Will Save: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (19) + 12 = 31

"Oh. No, it's nothing. I'll just keep it as a souvenir if you don't mind." Tauriell tells with a mischievous smile.

"You're lying! Tell me what it is!" Abomentolor protests.

"It's the most expensive club I've ever seen. I guess that thing alone would have paid our tower and the orphanage. It might be helpful to fight undead. But I guess we've already used up all of them here." Tauriell explains.

"Great. Then Gwen and Jimmy can build another one and we can get our tower gilded." Abomentolor suggests.

"The first part of that suggestion sound like a good idea." Gwenhwyfar comments. "What rooms do we have left now? We still didn't find the shard."

"That one?" Hector asks pointing to the double doors that stand open past the dinner room.

A raised, circular pool like a well ready to overflow stands in the center of this room, the blue liquid inside too vibrantly colored to be water. The rest of the room is blank and empty, and the whole place hums with a barely heard vibration.

There are two secret doors one in the right and one in the left wall. The rooms hidden behind the concealed doors are cramped, claustrophobic affairs. An obvious humming emanates from inside these narrow stone closets: enormous machines formed from mazes of curving pipes and sealed orbs and cylinders, their metal disappearing seamlessly into the stone floor.

In one of the secret rooms is a loose stone behind which is hidden a box of blackened, rune-carved stone containing two scrolls.

To the east stands another large double door.

Tauriell takes out the stone and the box and opens it. Unfurling the scrolls she reads them. "Aaaand here is our way out. Two scrolls of plane shift." she tells.

"So there is only the shard left." Abomentolor assesses. "Let's see what is behind this door then. Everyone ready?" Once everyone is he pushes the double door open.

This long chamber is completely sealed, its walls of bare stone. At the far end, the domed ceiling rises above a twentyfoot-tall pillar that is part organic, part horribly mechanical.

Half-emerging from the marble of the pillar, set back to back with each other, are the kneeling, desiccated corpses of three angelic beings, their wings spread and mouths open in silent screams. From their eye sockets run articulated metal shafts that curve up to the top of the pillar, where their pointed ends emit a soft glow. Floating in the air above the pillar, seemingly suspended in the radiance, is a triangular shard of metal.

"Ewww." Tauriell comments the grisly sight.

"So we take it and then we're gone." Abomentolor states and considers what to cast. "Has anyone mage hand prepared?"

"Still no." Gwenhwyfar replies. Her face color changes to a unhealthy tone of green on the sight before her.

"I'd be careful with that. Who knows what happens if we remove the shard." Tauriell cautions them.

"Don't we have this ...stone or ion? for the shard?" Niamh asks pursing her lips. "I have mage hand in my repertoir." she grins wickedly "As the only one I might add."

"You're sure you didn't hold the shard of pride too long?" Tauriell replies. "But that doesn't solve the problem that we don't know what will happen once we grab it. And the ioun stone you have to wrest out of Abomentolor's hands."