Once again the touch of the medium harms the haunt, but does not hurt it enough to cause it to dissipate.
Mavaro turns to Mother Wren, hoping to remember something that can help them in their current predicament. All he gets back is "..."
Meligaster looks nervously at his companions while biting his nails. He knows some of the others have more expertise in education, and perhaps will remember some way to get rid of the haunt.
"Take you time, take your time. It's not as we're in any hurry here. The barrel of ghostly wine looks terribly inviting, just like bar-hopping in Docks District back home."
Though the Haunt communicates truthfully with Erasmus, it is Rivani who finds out specifics.
The pair of pathfinders move into the relative safety of the hallway, hoping that the haunt cannot effect them outside the room.
Ectoplasmatic waves swirl in the air, and once again the haunt turns if malevolent power on another pathfinder.
A feeling overcomes Erasmus. He begins to slowly walk towards the wine barrel. Again two large men appear, and the grip him by the shoulder. Pushing down violently, they thrust his face underneath the wine.
Again the Pathfinders resist the call from beyond, and pulls himself to safety.
Erasmus is merely staggered for 1 round as he gasps for breath.
Mavaro once more waves his wand, and his hand glows with holy light. Targeting the location of the phantasmal barrel, Mavaro attempts to press his hand into the ether where the haunt resides.
"There!" Mavaro says triumphantly, "Got it again. It may be time for the syphon soon. Maybe one of you would like to use it?" Mavaro draws the haunt syphon out , and holds it aloft - ready to use it himself or allow someone else to take it from him.
Mavaro steps forward and delivers more positive energy to the haunt, while Yoon steps forward and opens the top of another Haunt Siphon.
A spectral woman appears for an instant. She raises a large chalice to her face in both hands and chokes down wine until it runs down her chin and robe, before the phantoms vanish altogether.
This time, the mist inside the haunt siphon glows green.
A haunt siphon that neutralizes a haunt can no longer be used to harm haunts, but it can be used as a grenadelike splash weapon that deals 1d6 points of negative energy damage with a direct hit. Every creature within 5 feet of the point where the haunt siphon hits takes 1 point of negative energy damage from the splash.
The Pathfinder quickly search the room, and uncover a lockbox that contains a cache of gold worth 4,010 gp
religious tome interesting. The 1,900 Teachings and
Verses of Absolute Law of Làu Kiritsu concerns the worship
of an infernal duke worshiped in Tian Xia, including
provocative magic items created by his followers. The
book is in poor condition and won’t survive the trip to
Absalom. Mending or similar magic preserves it if applied
immediately. Otherwise the details may be copied down,
but preventing the pages from falling apart requires a
successful DC 20 Sleight of Hand check. Alternatively,
a successful DC 15 Intelligence check permits a PC to
remember the details precisely. Learning about the
strange devices of Làu K iritsu earns Cheliax faction PCs
1 Prestige Point.
Mavaro laughs, a triumphant gleam in his eye, "Much better, ma petite! Très bien! That was the right time. Merci." Mavaro carefully retrieves the filled syphon from Yoon.
"Now, let us search the rest of the house before this particular spirit returns to haunt the basement once more," Mavaro looks around for a linked room and, finding none, heads back upstairs, "Alors, just a few more rooms to inspect before we face the undead menace above. Honaire, if you would?"
After the frightful experience of the haunt below, the Pathfinders send Honaire forward. The spectral man finds noting of note.
Seeing no threats, Honarie moves into the next room.
Tiles line the floor in this room, in the center of which stands what was once a luxurious communal bathing pool. Now, the water is filthy and dark, and an acrid odor lingers in the air.
bottom of the pool.
+2 to avoid being surprised and detect invisible and incorporeal creatures; Aura sight, darkvision 60
Can act in surprise round of a haunt
Once again, the Pathfinders can feel a haunt manifesting.
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As he enters the room, he looks briefly behind himself, again at an empty spot on the floor and hesitates. A moment later he nods, the motion slow and deliberate, as if receiving terrible and profound news.
"The king is concerned..." he murmurs, turning now to take in the unsettling sight of the dirty tub, with its filthy, stagnant water still resting within. "And I think we should be too..."
Mavaro draws out his moderately curative wand.
"Beware, mes amis, another haunt is about!" Mavaro makes ready to determine exactly what this haunt is all about.
This time Mother Wren is not so silent.
proximity; Reset 1 day
"Does anyone have the means to hide from undead?" asks Mavaro, not really hoping for anything in reply, "I believe that might trick the haunt. Oh, and once we vanquish this thing, it likely won't return until demain."
"..."
"Yes, you were marvelous. Well done."
"..."
"Mais ouis, mademoiselle! It has been working for me," notes Mavaro, "You just need to try to touch it also. Oh, and any positive energy will work."
Meligaster groans when yet another haunt starts manifesting. "All yours..." he sighs, and backs out from the room. Once in the safety of the previous room, the halfling taps lightly his belt where the Wand of Slow is resting.
Is there a pawn shop in the village... Maybe I could trade this wand to one with healing spells..
...positive energy applied to the haunt (via channeled energy, cure spells, and the like) can damage the haunt’s hit points (a haunt never gains a Will save to lessen the damage done by such effects, and attacks that require a successful attack roll to work must strike AC 10 in order to affect the haunt and not merely the physical structure it inhabits).
Severely wounding the haunt, it continues to swirl and begins to manifest.
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The man watches as Estra reaches foward and there is class of magica energy perforating the air. There seems to a hint of ethereal pain echoing and reverberatign throughout the room, just barely on the edge of his perception yet completely invisible. Following closely behind his companion, he steps to her side and reaches out as well.
"What were you in life, spirit?" he calls out, compassion filling his voice as he tried to destroy the haunt for a time. "We'll find a way to set you free..." he mutters the last bit under his breath.
Infused with positive energy, the haunt retreats to the edges of the room, only a faint impression can be seen in the Pathfinders' minds.
The translucent image of an attractive Tian woman appears on the eastern side of the room, pointing scornfully to unseen figures in the pool. “Yes, go ahead and weep!” the manifestation cries. “Weep as I mourn for the years I devoted to this organization. And for what? To grow old and die? In my mercy, I will spare you one of those fates!” Dozens of spectral visages coagulate above the pool in a swirling miasma of tangled limbs and frozen screams. As quickly as it appeared, the vision dissipates.
Startled, the Pathfinders recognize the woman in the vision as
"This putain again," Mavaro spits on the ground as if in an attempt to make his crude language even cruder, "Not to many doors left to try down here, let's go with this one..."
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Honaire advances to the indicated door, Estra fading back into her spot in the party lineup. The spiritualist seems nervous, the recurring image of the waitress disturbing her greatly. The woman haunting this place was something she could understand, but how could she be at the Tavern as well? They would find that out soon enough, in all likelihood.
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[dice=Erasmus Perception]1d20+13
[dice=Estra Perception]1d20+4
[dice=Rivani Perception]1d20+12
Yoon breaths a sigh of relief as the haunt dissapates.
"So the waitress got mad because of something that happened to the way of the kirin, and then killed everyone here? No wonder the old lady in town didn't want to talk about it..."
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"There is..." Erasmus begins, pausing his speech for a moment and pointing toward the communal bathing pool now fallen into decay. "...a chest, or box, in the center of that pool."
"I guess one of us is going in to get it," he says, involuntarily cringing as he truly realizes how filthy and dark the tepid water filling the pool is.
"Unless one of us has the means to get the chest out, without stepping in..." he waits for a moment, then finishes under his breath. "What do you think, King, is it safe?"
Meligaster leans over to the pool, about to dip his finger in, but withdraws before he connects the dirty water. "Say, Estra... would your late hubby mind going for a quick dip? I doubt he'd mind getting himself wet and dirty."
Unless the water is poisonous or corrosive, that is. I wonder how that'd affect the old woman's spirit companion..
The halfling casts Detect Magic to see if the water is somehow supernatural, or just plain, mundanely disgusting.
Meligaster casts his spell, and detects no magic.
"Let me have a go at discerning the nature of things," Mavaro demands. He brusquely pulls out one of the other detect undead scrolls and reads from it. He scans the water first, but then continues around to scan the rest of the room and the rooms nearby.
Mavaro finds no presence of undead, except that coming from the floor above him, and very weak now that his position has shifted.
"No undead down there, mes amis," notes Mavario, "Perhaps it will be safe to swim down there." The portly Varisian then proceeds to take off his outer garments, his armor and anything that will be damaged by water. The big man, belly bared, straps his longsword back onto his ample waist. He then dives into the pool to check out the elusive chest.