GM Dak - PFS First Steps: I, II, & III (Group 2) (Inactive)

Game Master Dakcenturi

"Hold on guys, I'll come help!"

Men...

1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

You manage to bust in the door into a small room. Rubbish and black mold choke the far end of the chamber. The slightest movement kicks up dust and spores, choking the stagnant and already foul-smelling air.

"Everyone OK? Be careful, this could be dangerous gass!"

Tamarie tries to hold her breath, pushing the others back and signalling that she's ok by her thumbs up.

Coughing a bit Olik steps back from the doorway to get back into the cleaner air. "Well...(cough)...that rooms a bit of a mess.(cough) Anyone have any thoughts on how best to search it without filling our lungs with this foulness?"

*hack! cough!* "Ugh... only thing I can think of, is maybe some water on the floor will keep the dust from kicking up. I guess we can get it from that well in the kobolds' room, but I can't think of a way to carry it here."

I know, I know. 'Here goes Jirani with his wells, again!'
Kn(Dungeoneering) to know what kind of danger the mold spores in the air might pose (aside from irritant): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

Tess stands well back as the others seem to be enjoying playing in the muck. "I've heard of mold causing all kinds of diseases. Tam, watch yourself, dearie!"

"This one didn't look like one of the dangerous ones I've heard of. Just the loose dust is going to make it tough to search around in there."

Covering his mouth and nose with his sleeve, Malik peers into the room through the doorway. "What mysteries does this pile of rubbish hold?" he observes wryly.

"We can just let the dust settle for a moment, and continue in with cloths in front of out mouths. Spilling some small amounts of drink from our canteens might help the dust from settling aswell. It's fine to hear it's not nasty 'shrooms."

"Ah the glorious life of a Pathfinder." Oliks obvious good humor takes most of the sarcasm from the statement. "If it's water we need though..." Olik says with a look towards the hydra.

Taking time to let the recently disturbed dust settle you move to start digging through the mold.

???: 1d20 ⇒ 2

As you all search through the mold you notice something moving inside of it as three large beetles crawl out of the muck. Their glowing glands begin to emit light, though it is dimmed by the layer of dust and mold coating them.

Surprise Round
All of the Party

"Watch out!"

Attack: 1d20 + 5 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 5 + 1 + 2 = 16 vs flatfooted.
Dmg: 1d8 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 1 + 2 = 9

Tamarie jumps up, and releases her arrow before even realising it herself. The arrow shot goes directly for the creature, and penetrates its outer shell with ease. The scarab makes a strange noise, as it feels pain by arrow for the first time.

Tess peeks in the room and attempts to put the closest beetle to sleep.

DC 14 Will to save.

Not seeming too concerned about the emerging creatures Olik strikes out at the one before Malik.

Attack : 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
Dmg : 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

K:Nature to identify : 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

His sword splits its carapace throwing green ichor into the air.

"I guess the spider wasn't just eating kobold!"

Will: 1d20 ⇒ 16

With two of the beetles dead only one remains, unaffected by the witches curse.

Actions still for Jirani and Malik

Sorry, busy day today..

Jirani pokes out at the last beetle with his ranseur.

Attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9
Damage: 2d4 + 1 ⇒ (1, 4) + 1 = 6

Malik grasps the haft of his Morningstar and brings it down on the Beetle's carapace.

Morningstar vs. Beetle 1d20 ⇒ 20
Damage 1d8 ⇒ 8

"Well struck Malik!" Olik says clearly impressed. "You do the Eternal Rose proud though your painting could use a bit of work." He laughs as he wipes beetle guts from his pant legs. "So, anyone find anything interesting before we were interrupted?"

"Not here, but I was busy being way too lose to these bugg..ers."

Tamarie was attempting to copy Olik's sense of humour, but had much to learn.
Human humor is not as sofisticated as the elven, but I'm still fond of it.

On a natural 20 you could have confirmed, but I guess when you roll an 8 it doesn't really matter anymore :)

As the others celebrate their victory, Jirani turns back to the rubbish and collects the trade agreements.

Between the beetle guts and the heavy mold, Tessara wasn't about to spend any longer in the room than necessary. "Do we have everything we need now? With those documents and the sword, I think we have fulfilled our directives."

"I agree auntie. We ready to go? I need some sunlight and fresh air..." she says coughing.

"There was that other passage off of the front entrance with... well, more mold, of some sort... certainly, you can wait near the entrance while Olik and I check it out. As long as you can hear us if we need assistance, we should be able to scout it ourselves."

Remember, we were able to open that front door, so there should be some air and sunlight in that front hallway.

"Deal. Just scream loud enough, and we'll come to save your day. Oh, and Jirani; please stay away from any wells."

Jirani chuckles. "I remember. Well exploration is now your job." Smile still on his face, he leads the way through the blinding frog's room back to the entrance, and begins into the last passage while the others enjoy the sun and air coming through the open door.

"Ah little sister, where's your sense of adventure? Just think there might even be frogs to kill in this next room!" Olik laughs.

Sword out he follows Jirani to look through the last area.

Jirani and Olik walk into check the final room. Noticing the slick spot on the wall adjacent to a broken down doorway to the north.

"You still alive in there?" Tamarie shouts as she starts counting how many arrows she's lost.
"Or have you found dragon guano or something? It's awfully quiet down there...

Jirani heads over to the black mold-like stuff cautiously.

T-10 Kn: dungeoneering = 16

Olik calls back to Tamarie, "Now that would be something! I bet there are some robe wearing fire slingers back in town that would pay good money to cast their spells with dragon droppings instead of bat leavings. No such luck though, Jirani is just checking in on the local slimes."

Despite his flippant remarks Olik also takes a good look at the wall, ceiling above it and the doorway. Perception : 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

As you move closer the slick spot starts to congeal into something else.

Surprise Round
Jirani, Olik, Creature

"Gah, any idea what that is"

K:Dungeoneering : 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 12

Bah did that check wrong

"Some kind of giant slimy amoeba creature...thing..."

Not particularly excited about burying his sword in the ooze-like creature Olik none-the-less advances and strikes.

Attack : 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 + 2 = 23
Damage : 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

-2 to AC for the next round...curse you crit immune monsters!

Olik charges in and slices through the giant amoeba, cutting off a chunk of the creature. It does still seem alive though.

Jirani swings with his ranseur with both hands, but the translucence of the amoeba misleads him and he only slices through air.

Attack: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
AC=17

Jirani swings at the slimy creature but misses it completely. The creature responds to the attacks trying to slam a part of it's body down on top of Olik.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14
Damage: 1d3 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Acid: 1d3 ⇒ 3

It squishes over Olik burning at his flesh in the process and trying to grab a hold of him sucking him into it's slimy body.

Grapple: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

It wraps it's goey form around Olik and start drawing him in.

Round 1
Tamarie, Jirani, Tessara, Olik, Creature, Malik

Jirani calls out over his shoulder, "We've got a fight in here!"

Jirani drops his ranseur and steps around the amoeba to get into a flanking position. He takes another swing at it with his longsword and misses just as poorly.

Power attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

As Tess enters, he warns her, "This thing probably won't fall to your hex! It has no intelligence to speak of!"

How far are we from the fight?

"Hold on, we're coming! Auntie, quick!"

"You gp ahead, Tam. I'm coming," the elf yells as she follows her niece into the fray.

On the diagonal you're currently 45' Tam and can actually see the fight. Tess is five feet behind you but needs to come around the corner to see. As a side not, no flanking against oozes...they just don't care...

"I will not...be eaten...by a...blob" Olik barks as his strikes at the creature that's trying to absorb his arm.

Attack : 1d20 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 - 2 = 7
Damage : 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9

What his repeated blows lack in finesse they make up for in shear brutality sending protoplasm flying.

Malik hustles from the other room, his armor slowing him down such that he can't get in sight of the battle just yet.

Little time to post, sry!
Attack: 1d20 + 5 + 1 - 4 - 2 ⇒ (18) + 5 + 1 - 4 - 2 = 18
1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Tamarie (ok) >> Jirani (ok) >> Tessara (ok) >> Olik (ok) >> Creature (your turn!) >> Malik

Malik continues to hustle into the room, his armor rattling as he runs. "We are coming, friends!" he calls out.

Tamarie launches an arrow at the slimy creature apparently puncturing some important organ as it quivers a bit from the hit, but still appears alive.

J. Damage: 1d8 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Jirani slices into the creature rending the ooze off of Olik where it lays motionless on the ground. Olik manages to scrap off any remaining ooze before it has a chance to burn him further.

"Is that thing finally down for good? I've never encountered anything like that in all my days," Tess shakes her head at the sight of it.

Olik uses the side of his blade to scrap away the gelatinous chunks of ooze that still cling to his arm and buckler. Swearing in Skald he grumbles, "Thrice damned thing about ate all the leather off my buckler. Half the flesh from my arm too.". Sheathing his sword one handed he places his right hand over his left forearm and chants quietly. After a few moments the major burns turn from an angry red and white to a more healthy pink.

CLW : 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Giving a sigh of relief he responds to Tessaras comment saying "Nor I but I've heard a bit about such creatures. I think they're called amoebas...some kind of minor slime creature.". Finishing the statement Olik takes another look at his buckler and quips, "On the plus side the metal bits haven't shined so nicely since the day it was made! Well, let's see what's past this door. Care to do the honors brother?"

Malik sighs in relief as the creature is put to rest. He looks about to use some of his own magic to help heal Olik, but smiles and shrugs when he tends to it himself.