GM DevilDoc's Godsmouth Heresy (Inactive)

Game Master Awenydd83

Rex is still dragging him along. "Man is wery heavy."

"When we see you go, you may leave with heavy man. You promise no to be returning to this place."

"Excellent." Levin claps his hands, and the parchment disappears. "No, no, Rex, untie him now. The deal's been made."

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"Ok, Mr. Levin." Rex goes about loosening the bonds around the alchemist.

Kiri's face remains an impassive mask, but her voice betrays her disapproval.

"No, I do not think they know what they are doing," the magus says to her sword. "Well, maybe you believe in happy endings, but I see no reason for it. He is delusional and she is a walking corpse."

After Levin and Rex untie the alchemist, the zombie woman goes over to him and pulls a vial from beneath her robes. She pours the liquid into his mouth, and after a moment, the mans eyes open. He reflexively pulls back, searching for his dagger, but the Zombie clams him down with a few whispered words. She helps him to his feet, where he stands sullenly against the wall. The zombie turns back to the Kiri, and states "I am.. technically.. a walking corpse. But only because of the great magics of Svilenious here. My name is Esme, and I am a Magus, and contracted a horrible wasting disease that neither magic nor prayers could heal. At the end of my rope.. and close to the end of my life, Svilenious saved me from death itself. Am I not as deserving of life as you are? This.. is not as I wish it.. but it is not death either." With this, she turns back to the party and gestures back the way everyone came. Svilenious follows the group as Esme leads everyone to the exit. Red Arrows

I will let yall choose who goes where. I dont imagine you want Svilenious trailing behind you, but he is not very cooperative and is unarmed. Please stack your tokens up in in the hallway above the last arrow, heading up the stairs.

As they pass the spiral staircase, Esme gestures upwards. "This leads to a panel in the upper levels, and is how Svilenious is able to get some things from above."
Reaching the main hallway through a secret door, she leads the party down the hallway, past the turn off where you entered, and up the other flight of stairs.

"Well. That went well." Abaal says in what others might hazard is for him cheer--yes, very serious cheer.

Abaal keeps to the front wherever that is.

Kiri's mask does not crack at the undead woman's suggestion that she is deserving of life.

"As you say," she responds, clearly skeptical.

As they escort the pair out, she keeps her guard up.

"Ugh, this isn't love, it's necrophilia! How disgusting!" the elf silently thinks to herself. Her look of disgust is quickly replaced by one of curiosity, though, as she hears something up ahead.
"It would appear that there is some form of dog fight up ahead. Abaal, lead the way. I'll be...right behind you."

The party continues on after Myantha's warning. Eventually, hall opens into a large room, with another hall exiting to the left. This room is a charnel house of blood, bones, and scraps of rotten flesh. Strange runes have been sloppily drawn on the walls using some dark brown pigment. A moss-covered stone monolith stands in the center of the room, wreathed in gossamer wisps of gray mist that seem to congeal around the crumbling stone. Within the room and fighting like feral dogs are two ghouls that may once have been human. They are hairless, malformed corpses with gray-green, pustule-covered skin and oversized jaws that make them seem more beast-like than humanoid. As the party comes into the doorway, they stop fighting each other and turn towards you, rising up on their haunches as they smell new prey.

Bold is Up
Levin
Myantha
Rex
Blue
Red
Suheyla
~Siorai
Abaal
Kiri

Knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

Rex moves into the room and concentrates on one (blue) of the ghouls.

"Pharasma grant me will of dead!" Rex exclaims. He uses his Will of the Dead phrenic amplication to allow his mind thrust to affect undead—even mindless undead normally immune to mind-affecting effects. He also uses his dew of lunary to boost the effect of the spell.

mind thrust I: 5d6 ⇒ (5, 5, 6, 4, 4) = 24. Will DC 16 half damage.

I don't remember if the magical spear that I'm carrying—we got it from the alchemist—is a short spear or a longspear. I think I remember him attacking with reach. Just in case it is a longspear, I will roll an attack of opportunity if the ghouls charge me.

"Well this is bad." Levin draws his rapier.

Will stay where I am, but ready an action anyway because one never knows.

Readied action (rapier vs first creature to come into melee): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8
Damage: 1d4 - 1 ⇒ (4) - 1 = 3

knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

Knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13
Myantha steps around the corner to hurl another disrupt undead at the creatures.
Ranged Touch Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 3

@Rex: Text just says spear, so I will assume its a long spear.

Blue Will: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
Rex steps into the room, and psychically crushes one of the gods forsaken beasts. It lets out a horrific howl as what is left of its brain runs in dark rivulets from its ears and it collapses in final death.

He then readies an attack, should the beasts come within reach.

Levin prepares himself for the inevitable rush, as Myantha reaches out with her magic and stikes the remaining Festrog.

Neither Abaal nor Myantha can decipher the runes painted on the walls.

The remaining creature rushes the party, dodging under the spear Rex waves around and lunging at Myantha as the closest target.
Bite: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
Damage: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Trip: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Myantha keeps her feet under her, but is dealt a heavy wound. As it feeds upon her flesh, the festrog seems to grow in strength.

Bold is Up
Levin
Myantha- 5
Rex
Red- +2
Suheyla
~Siorai
Abaal
Kiri

Kiri advances on the nearest creature.

"Repulsive," she states, then swings her scimitar with an overhand strike.

Scimitar Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 141d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Kiri just barely manages to slice the creature with her scimitar, splashing pus and other foul juices all over her.

Please make a DC 12 fort save or be Sickened for Rounds: 1d6 ⇒ 5. If sickened, please make a second DC 12 Fort save or be exposed to Filth Fever

Kiri takes an explosion of the foul juices directly in the face, and begins vomiting profusely.

fort save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

fort save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

Using my Folio reroll on this
fort save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19

I am assuming the reroll is vs the Filth Fever?

Yes.

All righty.. good choice!
Kiri recoils from the disgusting burst of fluids, and immediately starts vomiting all over the walls..

Bold is Up
Levin
Myantha- 5
Rex
Red- 2
Suheyla
~Siorai
Abaal
Kiri- Sickened x5

Can't see the bit of the map with us on it until I get home.

Siorai advances on the festrog, swinging around to attack from a flanking position. Provoking

Slam, Power Attack, Flank: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 4 + 2 = 21
Dam: 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (1, 3) + 7 = 11

Meanwhile, Suheyla, confident in the abilities of the others, begins examining the monolith.

Detect Magic, along with any appropriate knowledge checks

Religion?: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

Waits to see what's happening.

Had some major issues come up, including my wife getting into a pretty bad car wreck this week. Sorry for the lapse here..

The eidelon manages to crush the undead creature underneath of it, but the festering pustules explode all over it.
[ooc]Please make a DC 12 fort save or be Sickened for Rounds: 1d6 ⇒ 5. If sickened, please make a second DC 12 Fort save or be exposed to Filth Fever

Out of Combat

Suheyla takes a closer look at the monolith, but it is like nothing she has ever seen before. Moving closer, the tendrils of mist grope her legs with cold and clammy fingers, and sibilant whispers fill her ears.

"And that my friends is why I should go first." Abaal says seriously.

Kiri stops vomiting and takes a drink from her waterskin. Without saying anything else, she watches the others examine the monolith.

Myantha grits her teeth as she stands, clutching at the bite wound in her shoulder. She staggers forward to inspect the rooms, growling "It's been nothing but death and disease since we set foot in this rat-infested hellhole! If we ever do experience a second age of darkness, may the meteor strike down right here."
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23

Ok.. I guess thats all with the monolith.. Moving forward..

Siorai Fort save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
The eidelon shrugs off the diseased fluid with no ill effects.

The party moves towards the next door, with the captive bringing up the rear. Abaal opens the door to reveal a thirty-foot-diameter pit that fills most of this circular room, its bottom lost in darkness. The ceiling arches twenty feet above the pit, which is encircled by a narrow, five-foot-wide walkway. A door stands in the opposite wall of the room, across the pit.

Kiri, still shaken but no longer ill, continues to watch alchemist and his undead pet. She looks at him coldly, then says "We were tasked to find the source of the walking dead here, which we have done. Since my companions have so kindly, albeit unwisely, chosen to let you go, why do you not just tell us what other servants you have created here, and where we can find them?"

The alchemist mumbles under his breath, and after a stern word to him from Esme, she turns to you in answer of your question. "All of the creations of his were centered back near the apartments. We had nothing to do with anything else that may be here. The tunnel out is right ahead of here, through another couple of doors. Sometimes things get in from outside, and I know that this ossuary has many inhabitants we didnt dare to molest. As far as I know, though.. there should not be anything between here and there."

"I hope you understand," Levin quickly chips in, "our hands are a bit tied. Anything else of yours in here we'll likely have to destroy."

"Shall we move on?"

"That seems wise." the wizard says with a grimace as she tries to bandage her wound.
Can I get a hit from a wand please?

Oh, sorry.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Levin taps Myantha with a wand, that the party moves on.

please move your tokens accordingly on the map.

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Abaal edges along the north wall.

perception: 1d20 ⇒ 11

Myantha will follow closely behind.
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28

Levin follows behind Myantha.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Welp, no surprise round for me haha

"This pit is ominous," Kiri states flatly as they reach its edge.

1d20 + 15 ⇒ (11) + 15 = 26
1d6 ⇒ 2
1d4 ⇒ 4
As the party spreads out and moves around the pit, Myantha discovers a door hidden in the wall. The mechanism, however, is locked. As she is trying the door, she hears a sound and turns around to see a true monstrosity peeking over the lip of the pit. The head of a fanged human skull sits atop the skeletal remains of a ten foot constrictor.

The thing rises out of the pit, swaying its head back and forth in a mesmerizing dance. All players need to make a DC 15 Will Save or be Dazed for Rounds: 2d4 ⇒ (3, 2) = 5

Surprise Round
Thing
Myanthana

Regular Turn
Abaal
Thing
Myantha
Levin
Rex
Kiri
Suheyla
~Siorai
Esme and Svilennius

knowledge (arcane): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

"Necrophidius. You don't see many of those these days. It only looks undead. Truth is they are constructed. It's a painstaking process. A craft really."

Abaal, I need a DC 15 will save please, or be dazed for 5 rounds.

Sorry, I was dazed there for a moment.

Will save: 1d20 ⇒ 4

Siorai: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Suheyla: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

Suheyla Religion: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8

Siorai Religion: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

The eidolon and Summoner both stare at the creature, puzzled but unfazed.

Knowledge (Arcana): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18
"Look out!" shouts the elven wizard, alerting the group as she moves around the pit as far away as she can from the thing.
Anything else I know about this thing?

"Wow... Just wow."

Looks like the Thing is up.

[b]"Really. Wow."[b/]