GM DevilDoc's Godsmouth Heresy (Inactive)

Game Master Awenydd83

Myantha also moves ahead to the drapes after storing her newfound ammunition. She responds to Suheyla's look of irritation with one of smugness, having dispatched two of the skeletons herself. Once she arrives at the curtains, the wizard will look them over for any signs of traps and will also listen intently for any sounds coming from beyond.
Perception: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11

Levin pulls out the wand and touches it to Siorai, healing the outsider's wounds. "Of course, lovely," he says to Myantha as she swipes up the arrows. "Who better?"

In the next room, he looks around at what clearly hasn't seen living activity in quite some time.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

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"I may have use for theeze." Rex sifts through the bones of the undead archers and gathers up their four bows.

"This place is think with enemies," Kiri says as they make their way into the room with the drapes. She takes a moment to cast shield from a wand, then continues inside to look around.

perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

I assume Levin doesn't mind using my wand on Siorai? These get him to almost full. Anyone else who needs a charge is welcome to take one.

Abaal does not assume likewise.

How much are you down? And is anyone else hurt?

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7. Statline updated.

The party heals up and regroups before moving through to the room at the end of the hall. Between the eidelon tearing the curtains down, and the various party members searching the walls, a concealed door is revealed in the East wall, north of the entrance the party used.

Sure.

Cure light wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Cure light wounds: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Myantha moves to investigate the secret door to the east.
Perception: 1d2 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10
Yep, that's a door alright. Or is it really?
Looking over her shoulder, she says with are sharp tone in her voice "Are you sure there's a door here? Because, if so, where is it!?"

"As clearly as we stand here, the door is right there!" Kiri says, as if Myantha has lost her mind.

To drive home the point, the magus attempts to open it.

perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Myantha is confused about the physical properties of a door, while Kiri does not find anything other than the fact that yes, it is indeed.. a door.

"Well spotted! Let's see if there's anything to see in here!" Carefully inspecting the door, Levin does his best to make sure it's safe to open.

Perception (trapfinding, take 20): 20 + 5 = 25

Levin also confirms that the door is, in fact, a door.
In addition, Levin manages to just barely catch the hint of a wire attached to the doorframe. He identifies the trap as possibly being an arrow trap, rigged to fire at anyone opening the door.

"It's all cl-- hello, what's this?" Levin was just about to open the door when he sees a wire strung across, no doubt rigged to something nasty. "Hm, aren't you a tricky one! Let's see what I can do... The rest of you should stand back." Pulling out his tools again, he tries removing the trip.

Disable Device: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Welp, time to get out that wand again...

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Levin trips the trap, his nimble fingers catching another wire. With a click, a crossbow bolt comes flying through a hole in the door to strike the poor Halfling in the stomach.
Attack: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (19) + 15 = 34
Damage: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

You can retcon the healing if you need it.

Entering the room, you find a plain stone room, its original purpose long lost to the ravages of time. It is easy to discern, however, the many footprints through the heavy layer of dust. The party files through a narrow corridor, which opens into a large room. Unfortunately, this room is inhabited with another skeleton.. and something else. A strong chemical smell roils over the party as the creatures turn toward the party and begin to shamble forward.

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Suheyla
~Siorai
Myantha
Levin
Thing 2 (Red)
Abaal
Rex
Thing 1 (Blue)
Kiri

"Ack! Levin! Are you ok?" Rex seems very concerned for his small friend.

"This place is very dangerous."

::sigh:: Why do I bother

Thunk. The bolt hits Levin painfully, and he grunts with the impact. "Desna's teats, this hurts. They'd better pay us extra for this." He pushes open the door with one hand.

untrained Knowledge (religion) max 10 result: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18 So 10 then.

'i will pick up the hook.
you will see something new.
two things. and i call them
Thing One and Thing Two.
these Things will not bite you.
they want to have fun.'
then, out of the box
came Thing Two and Thing One!
and they ran to us fast.
they said, 'how do you do?
would you like to shake hands
with Thing One and Thing Two?'
~The Kat(-apeshee) in the Keffiyeh

Suhelya Religion: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

It's a zombie! How many undead defile this place?" Suheyla says as she rushes into the room. She tries to throw her net over the zombie as she enters.

Ranged Touch (flatfooted?): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

The psychopomp simultaneously advances on the skeleton, slamming at it with its fist. Movement may provoke.

Slam: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15
Damage: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (6, 1) + 4 = 11

Drawing his rapier, Levin looks for an opportune moment.

Readying an action to move into flank with Abaal, if such a opportunity arises.

Acrobatics to negate AoO: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12 (DC increases by 5 if I have to move more than 10 feet)

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Myantha fires a disrupt undead at the skeleton.
Ranged Touch attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4
Please move me up 15 ft. Also, transfer this attack to the zombie if the eidelon killed the skeleton.

Suheyla: You recognize Thing 2 as a zombie, and Thing 1 as a skeleton. However, they seem off to you.. stronger, or more resistant to weapons. The alchemical smell floating on the air may have something to do with this.

Suheyla rushes into the room, and tries to tangle to zombie, but it deftly pushes the net away. Does not meet FF AC.

Siorai moves into a corner, and the skeleton takes a swipe at it, just missing. Likewise Siorai, off balance from dodging the skeletal claws, just barely misses smashing the thing.
AOO: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

Levin draws his rapier and gets ready for some fancy footwork, while Myantha moves into the room and fires off a bolt of energy, drawing first dust in this contest.

The zombie steps forward and throws its weight against Suheyla, hitting her hard.
Slam: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

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Suheyla- 8 |Miss
~Siorai |Miss
Myantha |Pew
Levin- delay
Zombie- Slam
Abaal
Rex
Skeleton~ 4
Kiri

falchion v zombie (power attack): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24 damage: 2d4 + 7 ⇒ (2, 2) + 7 = 11

falchion confirm Voltron stike: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22 damage: 2d4 + 7 ⇒ (2, 2) + 7 = 11

Abaal swings his blade as he passes by the zombie he waits for two beats as the top of the zombie slowly begins to slide off its lower trunk and legs. Just as it begins to do so, the zombie robeast explodes--not that Abaal takes note--'cause that's how Voltron rolls. Hopefully. ;)

The zombie virtually explodes, covering Abaal and Suheyla in goo before falling into two very finely sliced halves.

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Suheyla- 8 |Miss
~Siorai |Miss
Myantha |Pew
Levin- delay
Zombie- Slam epic splat
Abaal- Holy shish-ka-critter, batman
Rex
Skeleton~ 4
Kiri

Levin barely has time to dart in past the zombie, and no time at all to do anything useful, before Abaal hacks it in two with a well-placed strike.

Moved to where the flank would have been...

Rex moves into the room. "Ack! There are so many undead here. How has this come to pass under watchful eyes of Pharasma's clergy?"

Double move to get into the room.

"No kidding," Levin agrees, speaking more to himself. "And since they're mindless, I can't even mani-- influence them."

Same problem.

Rex and Levin maneuver into the room, trying to figure out an effective tactic to use, while the skeleton continues its assault on the Eidelon. One claw manages to get through, giving the creature a nasty gash.
Claw: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21
Claw: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

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Party is up
Suheyla- 8
~Siorai- 3
Myantha
Levin
Abaal
Rex
Skeleton~ 4
Kiri

Slam: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
Dam: 2d6 + 4 ⇒ (2, 5) + 4 = 11

The psychopomp continues to do its best to silently dismantle the skeleton, while its master begins retrieving and refolding her net.

Moving to the skeleton, Levin does what he can to throw it off-balance and give Abaal an opening.

Aid another (attack, Abaal): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
Not sure if I get the flanking bonus on that or not, since my Aid target isn't my flanking partner. If yes, add +2 to that

Abaal delivers an over head chop to the boxed-in skeleton assuming it hasn't already fallen to dust and pieces.

falchion (power aid attack): 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 6 + 2 = 21 damage: 2d4 + 7 ⇒ (2, 4) + 7 = 13

Levin and Siorai dance around the skeleton, while Abaal strides up and decimates it, turning bone into dust with a mighty swing of his falchion.
That aid was just enough to put you over the AC on that thing!

Out of Combat

The echoes of combat fade slowly in the stone room, and the only thing of interest is another heavy, ancient wooden door behind where the skeleton stood.

Myantha will search the room looking for any kind of clues as to what experiments were going on here, saying [b]"Undead soaked in chemicals? What in the nine hells has the clergy been doing this whole time, sitting around in the temple playing cards!? I knew the order was a joke, but this is a whole new level of incompetent!"
Perception of the room: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

Once done here, she'll search the door to the next room.
Perception on the door: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

Myantha finds nothing but stone, dust, and footprints in this room, and the zombie and skeleton carried nothing of interest. Examining the door, it seems to be unlocked and untrapped.

Myantha will then step back 10 ft., advising the rest to do the same, as she casts open/close on the door.

"For now let us concern ourselves with this level of incompetence before moving on to the next."

Abaal opens the northern door.

Kiri couldn't disagree with Myantha's comments, and found herself admiring the wizard's directness and intuitiveness.

"Well said," she concurs.

As Abaal opens the door, she prepares to face any additional undead coming forth.

"It does seem queer, doesn't it?" he agrees with Myantha. "We should be sure to ask them about it when we go back up.

Levin grins at Kiri. [b]"By the gods, I think we've finally found something our elven beauties can agree on!"

Myantha opens the door with a spell, and Abaal leads the way through the portal. As the bare stone corridor turns back and forth, you come upon a circular metal staircase in an alcove to your right. Beyond this you can see a hunch backed, haggard looking man bent over a table, in what is certainly an alchemical laboratory. You also see what appears to be a zombie dressed in formal wear, standing to the right and ignoring the party. The acrid stench of chemicals and reagents fills this chamber, and the walls are marred by strange stains and scorch marks. Several tables are scattered about the room, covered in a bewildering plethora of glassware, alembics, retorts, tubes, simmering cauldrons, and smoking beakers full of brightly colored liquids. Scattered pages of written notes in a crabbed hand lie strewn about the chamber. A large alcove in the northwest corner contains a bookshelf groaning under the weight of heavy, dusty tomes and scrolls. Three large glass vats stand against the eastern wall, filled with bubbling green fluid. Floating within the vats are three grotesque objects—putrescent corpses, tubes and wires embedded in their rotting flesh, their skin discolored with decay and chemical stains.

The man at the bench looks up as you enter, and snarls at you.
"I've no idea who you are, or how you got in here, but get out. Mr. Marrow, See our guests back out. Now."

With these words, the zombie turns to the party, and in almost a gentlemanly gesture, gestures towards the door with a bow.

Myantha stands in the back of the party, quietly casting gravity bow on her weapon.
"So there actually is a mad alchemist behind all this. How cliché. No matter, though. There's only one way this ends, and it doesn't involve us being ushered out."

Levin puts a hand on his small rapier. "I have to say, I'm impressed. Doing this kind of work right under the noses of a Pharasman priesthood! That takes guts, sir, and to have gotten away with it like you have takes a great deal of skill and caution! Unfortunately you'll have to move now; they know something's up, and they've sent us to investigate."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Kiri's face remains an impassive, cold mask.

"What my companion said in a roundabout way is that your stint toying with the bodies of the dead has come to an end. Surrender, and we will turn you over to the authorities. Fight, and you will die," she adds.

Her hand suddenly comes to life, crackling with electricity. Shocking grasp

"How you get into this place? How you get out?" Rex wonders aloud, while reaching for some dew of lunary in his spell component pouch.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29

I'm at work so I have little map access.

Levin tries to parley, but Rex steps in too late. Kiri throws down the gauntlet, and the man looks up from his notebooks with a steely glint in his eyes. "Surrender? No, pretty. I will not surrender my lifes work to those imbeciles above. They have impeded my research and progress for the last time!" With a wave of his hand, suddenly a second zombie bursts from the glass tank he is encased in and the two zombies set upon the party with a vengeance.

Svilennius quickly mutters under his breath, apparently casting a spell, before grabbing a bomb off of the table next to him and hurling it at Abaal. It explodes in a cloud of frost and ice, covering the front ranks.
Throw: 1d20 + 8 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 8 + 1 = 27
Cold Damage: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Abaal: please make a DC 14 Fort save or be Staggered

Levin, Siorai, Kiri all take 4 splash damage

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Svilennius
Levin- 4
Rex
Kiri- 4 Shocking Grasp prep
Mr. Morrow
Suheyla
~Siorai- 4
Myantha- Gravity Bow
Abaal- 9 readied action
Vat Zombie

"Wery vell! Have it your vay." Rex pulls the dew of lunary from his pouch and casts mind thrust on Svilennius. Rex is using Merciful Spell, so it deals non-lethal damage.

His mind is overloaded with a glut of psychic information, and he takes...
nonlethal damage: 5d6 ⇒ (4, 3, 3, 5, 1) = 16. Will DC 16 for half.

Will: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
The man grabs his head and grunts in pain, but quickly regains control of himself. "Foul fiend! You shall pay for your unholy powers!"

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Svilennius- 8 NL
Levin- 4
Rex Mind Thrust
Kiri- 4 Shocking Grasp prep
Mr. Morrow
Suheyla
~Siorai- 4
Myantha- Gravity Bow
Abaal- 9 readied action
Vat Zombie