GM Bauers PFS 6-10 The Wounded Wisp (Inactive)

Game Master mbauers

Sense Motive to Mr. Copperpot: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12

"Well then. Doesn't look too hard...."

Alexis attempts to walk the plank.

Grax steps back and allows Alexis to cross ahead of him. He shakes his head. "I don't think that'll hold for me."

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If it doen´t hold our weight, we could just jump to the other side. I doesn´t look hard, even for the less athletics of us. Suggest Guinfa as they wait until Alexis inspect the other side

"Hmmm..not sure it would hold me either. Could we reinforce it?"

Alexis and the illusory gnome make it safely across, and see the cellar in front of them.

"Hmmm..not sure it would hold me either. Could we reinforce it?"

Sure--disable device will do the trick

Alexis starts looking around.

"Keep in mind the real reason we were sent here. Anyone can fetch a bottle of wine - but a true adventurer sees farther than their own eyes can, and reaches for higher than anything their hands can grasp."

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

True to her stated maxim, Alexis sees numerous things in the crowded storage room that are of far more of interest to her than just a bottle of fine wine (that, and the sudden pressure for time may have caused her to be uncharacteristically hasty in finishing her own drink).

Javon takes flight and lands on a barrel on the other side of the giant crack. "Yes, it would seem if you take some material, Gerald, you can shore up the weak spots."

Knowledge, Engineering: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (17) - 2 = 15

Does anyone have Disable Device?

Not I.

Grax looks under the plank and sighs, shaking his head. "I have no idea how to shore it up enough that I'd be confident walking across it." He glances at the other side of the chasm. "But if I wasn't carrying all your stupid stuff, Javon, I could probably jump it."

The half-orc drops his pack and begins removing his armor. Once finished, he ties the scale mail to the pack and then heaves the whole thing across the hole. Then he gets a running start and leaps the distance, barely making it.

Acrobatics, take 10: 10 + 1 = 11

Looks about 5 feet across, so most of us can probably jump it.

Javon squawks and flaps his wings as Grax hurls the pack across the chasm. "Gerald! Watch what you're doing, you fool! I have important items in there, not the least to mention is a flask of alchemist's fire!" When the pack doesn't erupt into flames, he seems to settle down to just annoyed.

"I pay you to carry my things, not hurl them onto the ground! I...I do pay you, yes? I believe I do. Anyway, the Lodge will sort it out. Just please be more careful!"

Rgulblux follows suit and takes off his armor and throws it along with the rest of his gear across. Then with a lumbering start, he jumps.

Acrobatics (take 10): 10 + 1 = 11

"Hmpf...."

He then dons his splintmail. Once again ready, he nods to the others.

Since you've already started jumping it probably doesn't matter, but I'll allow Knowledge (Engineering) to work for shoring up the stability of the board.

Javon spots some spare lumber that could help reinforce the bridge, but before he can point it out, a few more enterprising members of the group have already leaped across the gap.

This chamber is where the Wounded Wisp keeps its supply of specialty wines and ales for important occasions.

Heryn stands on her tiptoes and starts pointing to one of the rows of bottles.

There! There's the one you're looking for!

While the others look for the bottle, Grax follows Javon's more precise instruction and reinforces the bridge. No sense in leaving a week plank if they could help. Then the half-orc puts his armor back on.

It must be more difficult that just picking a bottle. Check the rows to see if Venture-Captain Dreng had left a surprise for us

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

Mr. Copperpot gestures for Ironside, the dwarf, to move closer to the bottle to make sure there isn't a trap. But the dwarf doesn't grab the bottle.

"So...someone should take the bottle. I'm allergic, or I would," the gnome says.

bluff: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

Guinfa finds nothing of note, only rows of wine bottles/liquor.

Guinfa looks at Mr. Copperpot as he states he´s allergic to, picking bottles? A extrange allergy. Then she picks the bottle Herin is pointing.

When a Guinfa tries to extract the bottle, the wine rack slides back into a short stone tunnel that leads a hidden room.

A sturdy silver chain jutting from the ceiling ends in a glowing orb that radiates yellow light across the rectangular room. A simple desk of polished wood, stacked with documents and scattered notes, shelters a pair of wooden chests against the south wall. A series of cracks along the eastern and western walls form makeshift entrances into exposed caverns.

Please put yourself into the hidden room in whatever marching order you want!

Alexis stares in quiet giddiness as the passage opens up.

"Now THIS is what I mean!"

Guinfa smiles as the "surprise" so itself. Now the day is becoming more interesting

Do we have somethig similar to an explorer? It will be a great moment to show his abilities. Says Guinfa clearly letting enter first to whoever wants it.

"Heryn, did you know about this tunnel?" Javon squawks back at their contact. "Do you know where it leads?" The bird flies over to peer through the open door.

"Gerald, see what's in there. It looks like a private study from here."

Grax grunts as he finishes putting on his armor. "My name is Grax, not 'Gerald.'" But the half-orc moves up to the tunnel and goes in, drawing his greatsword just in case.

"Hmm, there's still a light on in here. You think someone was here recently?"

Rgulblux turns and looks at Heryn, "As the bird says, where does this lead? I get the feeling that this was unexpected." The half-orc summons his drum and draws his club preparing to pound a rhythm as necessary.

Ironside the dwarven bodyguard and Mr. Copperpot both look alarmed at the sudden appearance of the secret passage.

"I knew it! Secrets and ambushes around every corner! This is what I have been telling you the whole time!" Mr. Copperpot exclaims.

"Now is the time to skedaddle! We should not put our lives at risk to investigate! We should tell the proprietor about this infestation of secret tunnels and be on our way!"

We haven't heard from Naran in nearly two weeks. I'll reach out with a PM, but if he doesn't drop in very soon we'll drop him and run with 5. Cool?

I moved everyone up who hadn't done so. If you guys want to decide your own marching order, please adjust your position in the future!

"Heryn, did you know about this tunnel?" Javon squawks back at their contact.

Heryn shakes her head, standing on her tip-toes to try to see what's been revealed but not daring to go closer.

As the party debates what could lie in the hidden chamber, two enormous arachnids spring from the tunnels to attack!

Combat! Next up: Grax, Mr. Copperpot
Green
Naran, Guinfa, Alexis
Red
Rgulbux

AC: 14, Touch: 13, FF: 11, HP: ??

I put these numbers here so when you make your attacks you'll know if you hit or not.

Knowledge, Nature: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (15) - 2 = 13

Javon spots the spiders as they scurry out of the cracks in the wall. "Gerald! Be careful, those spiders have poison in their bite!"

Grax turns to look at the giant spider coming out of one tunnel. He springs into action, moving to block it from Guinfa. "I see it, Javon!" He hacks at the giant creature, severing one of its legs.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Damage: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (5, 2) + 6 = 13

Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Extra Damage: 2d6 + 6 ⇒ (1, 2) + 6 = 9

Next up: Mr. Copperpot

AC: 14, Touch: 13, FF: 11, Green: -13HP, Red: -0 HP

Mr. Copperpot points the way for his surly dwarven companion to move forward into battle, but the gnome otherwise remains outside the doorway.

I added an icon for the illusion, since I'm planning to keep it up the whole scenario and am hoping it takes some heat off other players. Aside from that, not much I can do given my position, so that will be it for my actions this round.

I had a token for your illusion--the dwarf guy with the purple border. :-) We can keep yours if you like, or mine. Just let me know.

The spider stumbles a bit but lives on, trying to retributively sink its fangs into Grax. It is unable to find a weakspot in the warrior's armor.

Next up: Naran (someone feel free to bot him--he didn't respond to my PM, so he'll stay behind at the Wisp for a drink or 6 during the mission), Guinfa, Alexis

Shoot...sorry about that. We'll keep purple border guy. :)

Naran stares into his palm as tongues of flame begin to rise from it, then literally leaps from calm contemplation to manic action in the blink of an eye, whipping into the room, flaming hand extended until he shoves it right into the other spider's face.

He casts touch of combustion (Reflex DC 14 to negate all effects beyond the initial touch attack damage) prior to entering melee (because that is in fact kosher, as I understand), then moves to deliver it.

The Red Spider is for immediate immolating and combusting only; there is no bothering with its Green clone: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
fire damage: 1d6 ⇒ 1

Meanwhile, Alexis calmly makes her way toward the mysterious desk on the far side of the room - her apparent obliviousness to the dangers on both side of her is in fact only calm confidence. She pivots to her left, and the space around her momentarily descends (or does it ascend?) into an eerie gloaming as she raises her hand in the direction of the spider facing Grax, which is suddenly swarmed by the baleful twinkling of pale stars.

For the next round, the Green Spider sheds light as a candle, cannot benefit from concealment or invisibility effects, and takes a –1 penalty on attack rolls and sight-based Perception checks - unless it happens to be one of the sightless variety of spiders, in which case none of that happens.

Guinfa looks intensely at the green spider but without any effect, then he picks his whip and tries to help Grax in his fight against the green spider.

Ain another: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (4) - 2 = 2

Mind affecting inmune enemies are not my favourites.

I didn't see that you said Naran was doing that and I was very confused for a while, lol. Yes Alexis, Naran can cast and then move.

Naran sets the creature alight and the smell of burning hair permeates the secret room. The spider, still flaming, attacks Naran in response, missing.

Alexis ignores the confusion, throwing some stardust on the spider near Grax.

Next up: Rgulbux, Grax, Mr. Copperpot

Red: -8 HP, Green: -13 HP, Note: Naran will have to make a reflex save or take 1d4 fire damage on his next turn (though I assume he is immune to it since he's an Ifrit, but I'll check his stats).

Rgulblux begins to pound his drum with a harsh, tribal beat. "Hoorah!

Inspire rage for everyone (1/7 rounds): +2 Str & Con, +1 Will saves, -1 AC

Bolstered by the sounds of the drum, the normally reserved Grax laughs at his enemy and extends himself in a powerful overhand chop at the spider.

Attack (PA, Rage): 1d20 + 5 + 1 - 1 ⇒ (18) + 5 + 1 - 1 = 23
Damage (PA, Rage): 2d6 + 6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (5, 4) + 6 + 3 + 1 = 19

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Mr. Copperpot cringes at Grax's powerful blow, but throws some acid toward the pile of spider, anyway. Just to be sure.

ranged touch attack, acid splahs: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 221d3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
CRIT?: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 201d3 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 what a waste of a crit. 5 dmg to the corpse.

It's moot because it's dead, but Mr. Copperpot I think you'd probably have to step up a square to be able to attack the spider.

Rgulbux pounds a thunderous beat, shaking the very foundations of the building. Grax's heart keeps time with the drums as his adrenline flows and he bisects the spider, which twitches and spasms uncontrollably for a few moments until Mr. Copperpot drops a ball of acid on its corpse. A hiss fills the air and the spider is still.

Next up: Naran, Guinfa, Alexis

Naran's Reflex save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

A certain perverse (Narcissistic? Autoerotic?) pyrophilia drives Naran to welcome the fire he has set himself, of himself, as it turns back on himself.

backdraft damage: 1d4 ⇒ 2

This triggers Fire in the Blood, granting him Fast Healing 2 for the next round - his hit points get knocked down, but they get up again (but they're going to be kept down for the rest of the day, since he's only level 1)!

The pain of the flame is "a good hurt" to him as he turns from flame to iron to press his advantage!

masterwork cold iron starknife, Battledrums: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

"A good hurt" still hurts, though....

While it's hardly the Music of the Spheres, Rgulbux's wardrumming has Alexis feeling sufficiently invigorated to try pursuing a more direct approach to the problem of the remaining arachnid.

morningstar, Battledrums: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14
damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Red: -12 HP

Alexis bashes the arachnid soundly, nearly felling it.

Still up: Guinfa

Guinfa shrugs his shoulders as he tries to help Alexis against the rat.

Aid another: 1d20 - 2 ⇒ (8) - 2 = 6

The spider, still burning, bites Naran's leg. The poison courses through his veins, sapping his strength.

Next up: Party

Naran takes 1 Str damage and must make DC 14 fort saves on his next four turns until he succeeds, taking 1d2 strength damage each failure.

Red: -14 HP

Grax turns and sees the remaining spider. Still enraged by Rgulblux's song, he yells for the others to move. "OUT OF THE WAY!"

Mr. Copperpot cautiously makes his way through his companions, worried about the spider he can't see, but also any lurking assassins behind him.

Once in the room, he tosses some acid at the spider.

ranged touch attack, acid splash: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 211d3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Rgulblux continues his tribal beating of the drum. "Mirdautas vras! Hoorah!"

Free Action: Maintain Raging Song. Readied Action: Step forward and attack with Greatclub if a spot opens up that I can threaten the spider.
Greatclub, Inspire Rage: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17 for damage of : 1d10 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

I reread through the information on Inspire Rage. If you accept the song, you cannot use any Charisma, Dexterity or Intelligence based skills (except Acrobatics, Fly, Intimidate and Ride) or any ability that requires patience or concentration. So, I would think at least, Mr. Copperpot would not accept the rage in order to maintain his illusion.

Mr. Copperpot again unceremoniously drops a ball of acid onto the spider's head, this time doing so while it's still alive. The flaming, dissolving spider collapses.

Fight over!

Naran FS: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

Naran manages to stave off the worst of the venom, but he returns to the Grand Lodge with Janira just to make sure.

No response from Naran, so I'm regrettably dropping him from the game

With the creatures defeated, the you can now properly examine the files on the desk. The papers chronicle the personal exploits of Selmius Foster, a famous Pathfinder whose name you recognize from your training as Pathfinder agents or from conversations with patrons in the Wounded Wisp. Most of Foster’s more infamous adventures appear here in varying amounts of detail, but it is evident there is another investigation he had been pursuing before he died: the lost records of a Society agent named Eylysia.

Please refer to Handouts 1 and 2 in the Campaign Info tab

Grax begins to come down from the effects of the raging song. He turns to Rgulblux. "What was that?! I felt so alive!" He whirls around, suddenly remembering his duty to Javon.

The violet bird flaps over from where he was perched outside the secret room. "Gerald, you must not lose yourself like that! Control and concentration, my friend. They are the keys to applying yourself."

Javon lands on the table and glances over to see the spider cut in two. "Well...you did do good work, regardless. The spider's bite could have poisoned you."

He turns back to the table, reading the notes they have found. "Oh my, this is amazing. A puzzle with lost secrets. I wonder if anyone knows this Eylysia. Or we could look into the tomb of this Arkath fellow. I wonder what was buried with him?"

Do we know how long ago Selmius Foster lived?

Rgulblux smiles a toothy grin at Grax. "Drums stir the passion of a warrior!"

So we´re involved in a counter-conspiracy Says Guinfa excited. I think we shuould go back to the lodge to ask about who´s that Eylysya, and if anyone knows about the three fake Pathfinders.

After that we could go to search for Arkath mausoleum and search the key. But I opt for knowing first about the people involved