Foxy Quickpaw's - Shattered Star AP

Game Master Foxy Quickpaw

"Wasn't Abomentolor the one with the shard of pride? For the second question, I guess it's easy to answer." The halfling shruggs and uses Mage Hand to remove the shard from it's floating place without moving away from the entrance.

As Niamh removes the shard the three angels at the pillar’s base suddenly shriek in mortal pain. Their bodies convulse and thrash, their faces rip from the metal fixtures in their eyes, and then they slump to the ground and swiftly decay away into mounds of foul-smelling corruption.

The entire Dark Forest shakes and thunders, as if struck by a minor earthquake. The air quality grows strangely stale. A flash of dark energy fills the whole room running out just inches in front of Niamh.

"Uhm?" Niamh says without letting her gaze waver. "I think right now would be a good time to disappear."

Tauriell holds out the scroll and the rod with the carvings connecting it to the material plane. "How about you get us out now?" she asks Abomentolor.

"Sure." He grabs the items. "Everyone touch me."
UMD: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (6) + 18 = 24
UMD: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (15) + 18 = 33
Distance in miles: 5d100 ⇒ (93, 2, 23, 78, 59) = 255

You find yourself in an area that is not quite desert. But these rugged badlands are quite volcanic.

"Not what I imagined, but I like it. It looks like the home of fire." Abomentolor states as he takes in the scenery.

Knowledge Geography: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20
"Ah, Varisia, I think" Niamh states letting go off Abomentolor. She sits down and takes out some pies, the shard tucked in her pocket.
Will: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11
"You know, now would be a nice time..." she says frowning at the pie in her fingers "to hand the ioun over."

"What do you look at me? I don't have it." Abomentolor replies. "Is there a special reason you pig out on pie?"

Tauriell starts searching her many pockets looking for the stone but comes up empty. "I don't thnk I took it."

"Wait" Niamh says, furrowing her brows. "We didn't take it?" She groans. "I'm not keeping it!" reaching into her pocket she pulls it out. "Or at least not the whole time." Shooting the pie in front of her an evil glare she mumbles around another piece "Who would have thought it would be so hard resisting a simple piece of PIE?"

Gwenhwyfar goes through her belt pouch. "There it is!" she exclaims as she produces the pink rhomboid ioun stone.

"Yay!" Niamh passes the shard to Gwenhwyfar and packs the pie away. "Immediate relief" she sighs and stands up.

Gwenhwyfar places the stone into the shard. It fuses with the shard and the curse is gone. "Here, now it's harmless." she tells and hands the shard back.

The Shard of Gluttony is made of pale inubrix. As long as the Shard of Gluttony is carried, its owner can use vampiric touch as a spell-like ability once per day, gains a +2 insight bonus on saves versus necromancy spells, and increases his maximum hit points by 1 point per Hit Die. The ioun stone is +2 Con.

"Well, now that that is out of the way, where are we?" Jimmy says as he wipes his brow in the heat

"Heaven for Abomentolor, hell for everyone else." Tauriell replies.
Knowledge(geography): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (4) + 12 = 16

She tries to remember if she read something about such a place but nothing comes to mind. "Do you remeber where in Varisia this would be?" she asks Niam.

"I have no idea. But if it is indeed Varisia then we're on the right world and close enough to home." Gwenhwyfar replies leaning at Jimmy holding his hand.

Niamh smiles dreamily at the shard before slipping it into her pocket "Sure I know." she states without looking up. "We're in the Cinderlands. I can't give you any coordinates, though."

"Are there any magic solutions for that, or are we going to walk the rest of the way?" Tauriell asks looking at Abomentolor and Gwenhwyfar.

"Don't look at me." Abomentolor replies.

"Me neither. I didn't prepare my teleportation spell as it didn't work in the Black Forrest anyway. But even if I prepare it tomorrow there are several problems with that." Gwenhwyfar explains.

Jimmy squeezes her hand as he looks down at her with a smile, "Any idea how far we would need to walk Niamh?"

"Many paths do we take
Many roads in our wake
Many bridges with their tolls

... Maybe a few hundred miles if you want to walk to Kaer Maga" she answers wandering south.

"Are you sure you walk in the right direction even?" Jimmy asks the halfling

Got to see the map, edited the post
"Yep, south it is. Uhm, I'm walking south, ain't I?" Niamh asks.

"Are these problems that can be solved? Because I'm not really interested to die here in this nice countryside. I didn't pack for a longer travel this morning." Tauriell asks sounding a little nervous.

"The problem is that I can only take three persons with me. If I prepare only that spell I could travel back and get the remaining two. And then even to our destination. But we're in the middle of nowhere here and I'm not familiar with this place. I have no idea if I would be able to come back here." Gwenhwyfar explains.

Abomentolor takes his Wayfinder out and checks the direction. "Roughly South yes."

"You know another spell as well don't you? Dimension door?" Jimmy asks Gwen, "How far can that take you?"

"About 800feet." Gwenhwyfar replies. "I don't think that will help a lot." She looks at him being sad.

"Don't worry. I carry enough pie with me for a long time. And two elemental gems. So, if we get thirsty, we'll jest summon a water elemental. Easy-peasy." Niamh muses over her answer to Tauriell before she adds "And if it doesn't work it was at least creative."

"So we place ourselves around a spot with a straw each and once you break the gem we drink up the elemental that appears?" Tauriell inquires what the plan behind that is.

"Sort of what I had in mind, yes." Frowning at the dry grass that reaches her waist she tells Hector. "You're walking first because you're big and it's easy for you to walk through here. And besides, it would make you the second hero of the day. Or probably weeks, as it's a fairly long way."

The Cinderlands play host to a desolate backdrop of scrubland and drought, famine and death. As hot as a forge and dry as a desert, the broken flats radiate a hazy, wavering heat so tangible that it robs the body of precious moisture in mere hours. What beasts make their homes there are deceptive and violent, while what few plants claw their way through the cracked ground are as nourishing as rocks.

It is the next best thing to Hell on Golarion. Gozreh swelters in this parched place, repeatedly venting his fury against the unsuspecting lands in cleansing baptisms of fire. (The Cinderlands Expeditions, Preface)

By far the most exasperating aspect of the badlands is the wind — ceaseless, unrelenting wind. To say it has played havoc with our research material is an understatement. Just yesterday, we lost an entire month’s worth of geological notes. If it were constant, the wind wouldn’t be quite as much of a nuisance, but the continuous pattern of extreme buffeting followed by a few seconds of stillness is maddening. The dust and ash get into everything: backpacks, canteens, boots, eyes, nostrils — you name it, sand gets into it. (The Cinderlands Expeditions, Chapter 2: The Blistering Wind)

"Ok." Hector replies and takes the lead trampling everything down for all the little ones to follow.

We have been experimenting with a deep crack in the ground that we located today. If you look at it from a certain angle, you can almost see invisible vapors emanating from it. After much debate over our next course of action, we agreed to set it on fire — in retrospect, this was not the wisest choice. Even our guide seemed shocked when it combusted with a loud popping sound, followed by an intense shaft of blue flame. All of our attempts at extinguishing it have been unsuccessful. Minch has been trying to come up with a proper term for this phenomenon. God’s Pyre, Tinderbox Geyser, and Cerulean Scorch (of which I was particularly fond) all met with playful derision and were vetoed by the majority. For lack of a better term, we have settled for calling this blue flame rockfire for the remainder of this research. (The Cinderlands Expeditions, Chapter 3: The Fields Will Burn)

Niamh grins and follows her windshield.

This morning, we took turns counting lightning strikes, but we lost count around 50 or so. There are just too many to count effectively. Suff ice to say, a good thunderstorm can produce strikes numbering in the hundreds. With all of this activity, it still doesn’t seem to rain here. We see the dark clouds gathering in the mountains, and they produce fantastic lightning displays, but they never seem to progress down into the Cinderlands. (The Cinderlands Expeditions, Chapter 4: Gozreh’s Wrath)

Survival: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22
"I seem to have forgotten what I knew of this land - if I ever know something. But I remember that I read something about those trees! You can get water out of them. I mean once your water elemental is drunken up." Tauriell tells.

To the right you see a mountain range that have to be the Wyvern Mountains. As the sun already moves towards the horizon - while you keep travelling to the south - a large multiple story building comes into sight.

Jimmy stops in his tracks and looks at the building, "Do you guys see that too?"

"A building!" Gwenhwyfar calls out with a smile and bright shining eyes.

"Yes, I see it too. Maybe a Fata Morgana? And if not them I'm curious what friendly creatures will greet us there. If the environment here is any indication about the hospitality..." Tauriell comments.

"What could happen? Best case we have to cleanse it with fire before moving in. Worst case they just invite us in." Abomentolor replies. He likes the Cinderlands by the looks. But he hates all this walking that makes his feet hurt. And as he can't hurt the lands with fire for making him walk he craves for something to cool his mood.

"We need to rest soon..." Jimmy says indicating the building

"Then let's go there. Maybe we're lucky and find some good soul there." Gwenhwyfar replies building her hopes up.

"Let me and Hector go first... Just in case." Jimmy says as he makes his way forward