GM Boldr's PFS 0-06 Black Waters (Inactive)

Game Master MisterSlanky

CLW!: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

CLW!: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Thorval, once he has subdued Deris, has Myani use his wand to heal himself.

I suppose I should roll the healing.

CLW Wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
CLW Wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
CLW Wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
That's 18 hp of healing. Good enough for now.

The tunnel to the south leads back to the flooded area. The tunnel to the north dead ends at an empty room.

Echo, not wanting to leave behind any of the potential treasure that could negatively impact her rewards, searches the room and finds a large bronze shield and a suit of bronze armor which she quickly identifies as Bronze Full-Plate +1.

The group opens to the door to the west revealing a hallway with a steep set of 100 stairs leading down to a west landing and a solid stone door.

What do you want to do?

Myani sees the ghoul corpses on the ground and supposes that, perhaps, it wasn't just Deris that attacked them.

"Echo - should we ... cleanse the rest of these spirits as you had done?' she asks, unsure of what exactly Echo had done to remove the spirit. Myani defers to the other woman's expertise.

"If there is nothing else of value in this room, we should move on."

"Uhhh...n-not sure if it's better to get rid of the ghost kids or leave them be...anyone have a-any idea what's happening here?"

"I used a charge from my wand of Cure Light Wounds. I believe putting the entirety of these children to rest would be beneficial. I know I would want someone to do this for me rather than float in some purgatory of undeath."

"I dunno... they seem peaceful enough. But, I'll be the first to admin, I am not an expert in such things. As me Pappy always said, 'Let the thinking folks do the thinking. We Sons of Thorval are good for the hitting part.'"

He offers charges off his wand if it is deemed the proper thing to do by the group.

Contrary to his father's teachings, Thorval starts thinking. His brow furrows, and he looks like he has indigestion. "Fellas, why don't we just keep moving, for now. We can always check up on them when we get back."

Having made a decision, Thorval pushes on, coming to the door, and the stairs. "Well, me Pappy always said, 'when exploring leave no door unopened!" With that, he opens the door. (He does wait for everyone to catch up to him)

Yahn shrugs and shuffles into position for the next door.

let's boogie

The group walks down the 100 stairs, very glad that there aren't any traps for their non-existent rogue to find.

As you approach the door, Myani clearly hears the sounds of the ocean beyond.

"Here we go.

"Idris, you and me, my man. Or whatever you are."

Thorval makes sure Idris is next to him, and throws open the door.

"She will be fine," Myani says with confidence (as Ti-Ti lags behind, carefully walking down the steps one at a time).

"Odd, it sounds like the ocea-" she starts to say as the door is flung wide.

The door swings open. With the frequency of storm waves approaching the shore, salt water erupts from the cracks in the floor of this large hexagonal room. Foamy, blinding spray jumps in every direction, then drains from calf-height to ankle-deep before the next wave hits. Occasionally a length of blac-brown seaweed shoots in and adds one more strand to the room that already appears draped in long wet hair. In each of the chamber's six corners, a fluted pillar rises to the fifty-foot ceiling. Between each pair of pillars, an open arch connects the chamber to an attached space. Beyond the northwest and southwest arches, three tiers of recessed spaces form three massive steps. A stone sarcophagus rests on each step.

From the far side of the room you are startled as a another figure similar to the three you fought previously leaps forward out of the mess of hanging seaweed. Only echo spotted his advance. As it approaches Thorval you see him wrinkle his nose, waves of stench emit from this creature's body.

Echo is up - surprise round standard action only.
Let's make this easy - if you get within 10' of the creature, please also roll me a fort save first.

Echo runs past her fellow Pathfinders, drawing her katana as she moves. Fierce determination paints Echo's face as her katana glows with a purple light, thin wisps trailing the blade as she moves.

Swift Action: Arcane pool charge up her katana to +1
Fortitude save!: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Thorval opens the door, and is ready to step into the room behind, when a wall of stench hits him full in the face. It isn't just the smell of death that hits him, but the fact that he can physically taste as well. He hiccups a couple of times, as if to throw chunks, but is able to control himself.

"COUGH! It's like me Pappy always said... when you Death stares you in the face, either you stand tall and stare him down, or you die with vomit on your shoes!"

Echo is about to enter the room, but as she enters Thorval's space waves of stench pour over her. Acting before Thorval said anything she clearly wasn't expecting the odor and breathes in deeply. She looks Thorval right in the eye before vomiting over his trousers and shoes before passing by and attempting to get past the ghoul.

Echo is now sickened for the remainder of combat.

"Aww... man. Echo, did you have to do that? Where did all of that come from? I mean, you practically ate nothing at dinner... I ate most of yours!" He looks at his clothing and shoes, and shakes his head.

"I mean, really. Like me Pappy always said, if you can't hold your lunch, get out out of the kitchen!"

Echo, can you also roll your knowledge?

The ghoul bites at Echo as she passes by, hitting nothing in the process and looking quite upset at his inability to hit an unarmored foe.

After embarrassing himself with the pitiful attack on the pasing Echo, the creature moves back a little before going all out, flailing and clawing madly at Echo. His bite again misses, but he handily catches her twice, once on the hip and once on the shoulder. The first claw was likely enough, as you see Echo stiffen, unable to respond. The fierce look of determination frozen on her face, her blade makes a sour note as it realizes looks do not kill.

Myani and Idris are up.

Idris lets out a growl as he sees Echo run in, steeling his fortitude as he enters raging.

Fort: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9 ...and chokes on his own vomit as he approaches, swinging anyway.

Attack, Sick, Rage, no PA: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16
Damage: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Myani gives a sharp whistle - another command for Ti-Ti to attack.

She runs into the room, moving carefully to avoid any attacks. She knows the far side will give Ti-Ti more room, and she is close to Echo. Just in case.

Fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26

Weapon drawn during in her approach, she swings.

Scythe attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14 Scythe damage: 2d4 + 6 ⇒ (1, 3) + 6 = 10

Both Idris and Myani miss on their attacks against the ghoul. As you approach closer you see that he is dressed in rotting finery, wisps of fetid, expensive cloth still dangle from his limbs. Perched atop his head is a golden crown, resplendent with a dozen glittering gems, while his putrid fingers each bear extravagant rings (none of a salamander) made from a dozen different precious gems and metals.

Within seconds, the water around your knees gurgles and flows out of the room, leaving nothing but small pools in the low spots in the room. As suddenly as it left a sudden surge sprays water though the cracks, seaweed flying into the faces of Myani and Idris. The salt spray, sand, and vegetation fills the room, shooting into their eyes before again subsiding.

Myani and Idris have the blind condition.

Thorval, Ti-Ti, and Yahn are up!

With the spray of water, and the creature, Thorval knows exactly what he has to do. Of course, this is no surprise to anyone who has met him, because he almost always knows what to do when danger rears its ugly head... hit it in the face!

Being the well-trained tactical fighter that he is, he uses his mobility to get around to take a flank with Miyani, and then realizes that she apparently cannot see. He shrugs, and starts swinging.

Lefty: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12 On the unlikely chance: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
"Come fight me, you lout!"

Yahn moves up to the door, drops a bundle of arrows, and hopes desperately this goes better than last time...

TK arrow: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

...it does not.

Ti-Ti runs up and attacks!

Gore: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20 Gore Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 5

Ti-Ti remembers her fort save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

Waves of triceratops vomit flies back onto Yahn's arrows and shoes as Ti-Ti runs forward. While Yahn's arrow misses, Ti-Ti seems unfazed by the sudden case of nausea and successfully gores the ghoul.

The ghoul again moves back slightly making it even more difficult for Yahn to adequately see him through the seaweed and spray. Clearly aware of the fact he is being surrounded he claws and bites at the blind Myani. One claw catches her and the bite hits true but in a situation that can only be described as miraculous, she pushes through the paralysis and avoids the worst of the bite.

Myani and Idris are up.

Sorry - had to edit the last a hair, I forgot to apply the blind penalty on Myani's AC. Still, amazingly good save rolls, WASTED ON YOU! ;-)

Idris gives a guttural, primal yell and rushes toward where he heard the beast likely provoking as I bump into it then swinging wildly when he finds it.

Rage, PA, Sickened, blah blah: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
Miss, High it dies: 1d100 ⇒ 60
Damage: 1d6 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 13

Idris stumbles forward, bumping into the ghoul. The ghoul takes the opportunity to bite Idris on the neck. Blood sprays everywhere but Idris continues his assault. He swings a powerful blow that catches it across the chest. It still stands. Idris feels a little woozy as the water and seaweed clear from his eyes - he can see again.

Myani is up.

Thank you for wasting those good rolls on me <3

Myani aims her scythe where she felt the ghouls attacks - and swings mightily...

High-you-die-low-I-cry: 1d100 ⇒ 43

... but misses the ghoul as the seawater stings her eyes.

This is returning the favor, right?

As combat continues, the water in the room again drains revealing the worn stone floor. Moments later a tremendous crash is heard as another wave slams against the shore, surging seawater into the room. None are spared the fury of the storm as their vision turns blurry from the stinging salt in the water.

Um yeah...everybody but Yahn is blinded.

Thorval, Ti-Ti, and Yahn are up!

Blinded by the water, Thorval cusses in Skald. Trusting in his luck, he swings away at the thing. He figures, if he swings hard, perhaps he'll land a blow! So, he moves up, so that he can actually hit the thing, and swings. "Ouch, damnit!" he exclaims, as his knee hits a sarcophagus. He then swings at the creature, hoping to land a solid blow.
Lefty punch!: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20 lethal punch: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
miss chance, >50 is a hit: 1d100 ⇒ 60

He hears and feels his fists make solid contact, twice! "Yes, it is like me Pappy always says, if'n you can't see what you're hitting, you'll never know if you missed!"

Ti-Ti shakes her head, as if to clear the water from her eyes. She makes grumbling noises as she moves to where she last saw the bad man-thing so she can hit him again. She nearly stumbles into everyone on her way there. This movement will provoke. She's going through Thorval's square.

Miss chance!: 1d100 ⇒ 54

Gore (w/sickened): 1d20 ⇒ 10 Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 4

TK Arrow: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Yahn throws another arrow and from the looks of him he may be having some kind of breakdown.

Back up one step - Unfortunately I'm not going to let Ti-Ti do that. As a blind animal with an INT of 2, I don't feel that action fits in the her capabilities of understanding an attack command. In her world, at this point since she cannot see an enemy, as far as she knows, that enemy no longer exists. Sorry.

Ti-Ti looks utterly confused by the seawater. Not knowing where to go or what to attack due to it "no longer existing" in her animal brain, she holds her ground.

Yahn sees the ghoul look frantically for an exit as Thorval's fist slams into its jaw. In a slight panic he moves out of his position, clearly in an attempt to flee the scene. It moves past Echo and the blinded party directly towards Yahn.

Yahn too falls victim to the stench, reeling from the odor like it's Drandle Dreng's ten day old laundry.

The ghoul clearly wants out, and bites frantically at Yahn in the hopes that he paralyzes him. The bite hits, but Yahn clearly resists the paralysis. Unfortunately, the bite does leave him feeling a bit under the weather.

Yahn, I believe you are the only person with a reroll left if you wish to use it on the disease roll, let me know.

Myani and Idris are up.

The ghoul moved - but where?

Annoyed by the constant seawater spray, Myani calls upon her totem to transform her senses. Her nose changes shape to look more like a dinosaur's would. She sniffs the air, the scents (regretfully) more clear than they were before.

"It's by the door!" she yells.

Used Totem Transformation to gain the scent ability.

A clarification Myani's turn.

Myani shouts, "It moved, somewhere back towards the east!"

Botting Idris

Idris hears "to the east" and starts heading that direction, trying to find anything.

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Knows that when he bumps into the ghoul he probably has provoked it to attack, but attempts to swing clanky's arm anyway.

High it dies: 1d100 ⇒ 28

Idris misses.

Idris follows his poor hit up with a complete miss. The ghoul bits into him. While it's not painful, Idris stiffens right up in response.

The crash of waves is lessened significantly this time. The paralyzed Echo remains blinded, but the rest are able to clear the water and spray out of their eyes and act normally!

Thorval, Yahn, Ti-Ti are up.

Thorval moves around the paralyzed Idris, and swings out with Lefty.
PUNCH!: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11 PUNCH!: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Thorval uses the GM reroll at the table and tries punching with Lefty one more time.

PUNCH!: 1d20 + 6 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 6 + 5 = 30 PUNCH!: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

The punch lands solidly and the ghoul goes down like a sack of potatoes - combat is over.

No need to heal up, the rest is a room search and some revelations.

The group waits for Idris and Echo to come to. Although they have to contend with the continuous crashing of the waves they quickly survey the room.

The body of the ghast is dressed in rotting finery, wisps of fetid, expensive cloth still dangling from his limbs. Once perched atop its head, a golden crown resplendent with a dozen glittering gems lies on the floor. His putrid fingers each bear extravagant rings made from a dozen different precious gems and metals.

You search the room and find that each stone sarcophagus is stuck closed except the front most one in the northwest alcove. The sarcophagus lid slides aside with the sound of grinding millstone. The well-preserved body of a young girl lies inside, stringy black hair obscuring her face. Her atrophied limbs are drawn up lie folded sticks against her torn school uniform. Unlike the rest, she is clearly not a ghost.

Spot and Heal checks please.

perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
heal: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (18) - 1 = 17

Ha ha! Die you undead thing " he yells as he dispatches the smelly thing.

He helps to wake Idris and Echo (though he finally realizes that slapping Idris isn't helping).

Yahn'd use the reroll yeah

Yahn is breathing hard.

"I've n-n-never been attacked by something that was trying to h-hurt me before..."

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 11
Heal: 1d20 ⇒ 4

"Som what have you been attacked by, Yahn? Cute cuddly teddy bears?" the Ulfen man laughs in response to the Garundi's comments. "However, as me pappy always said, don't get into a fight if you ain't got the jibblies to take a shot to the face!"

Myani gives Ti-Ti some reassuring pats after all of that seawater.

"Or was there always someone else in the way?" Myani supposes in regard to Yahn's situation. "In this case, I agree with Pappy... I think."

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Heal: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

As you discuss the situation over the body Thorval notices two things.

First, he sees the ruby ring of the salamander on the girl's fragile fingers. As he reaches down, he gasps as he notices that the girl is still breathing.

"Wait? What? How is she still alive? She has the ring, though. " Thorval says, completely surprised by this turn of events. He looks carefully at her to see if she happens to be the daughter we were looking for.