GM Fuzzfoot's #7 Among the Living (Standard) Tier 1-7 (Inactive)

Game Master PJP

Round 6: (Bold may act)
Orrin* (2 dmg), Silass# (4 dmg, frightened) & Lord Korbin# (19 dmg)
Kaleena#, Iddo# (8 dmg, disabled, shaken)
Cleric (red, 7 dmg), Zombie 1(green, 3 dmg), Zombie 2(Blue, 2 dmg)
Khalib*, Jacinth*

* Bless is in effect
# Inspire Courage is in effect, lingering round 1

Forgot to check Korbin for stabilisation

Stabilisation: 1d20 ⇒ 14

Korbin is small and fragile, but stable (physically).

Kaleena continues to drag the prone bard back to safety before dropping him roughly on the floor and getting her pistol ready once more...

Not sure what Iddo is doing, but I will assume he is going to do something other than attack.

The cleric moves forward, seeing Silas alone in the pews, and attacks.
Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

The blue zombie also steps in, swinging his arm like a clumsy club.
Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

The green zombie shuffles forth towards Jacinth.

Round 6: (Bold may act)
Orrin* (2 dmg), Silass# (4 dmg, frightened) & Lord Korbin# (19 dmg)
Kaleena#, Iddo# (8 dmg, disabled, shaken) - delayed?
Cleric (red, 7 dmg), Zombie 1(green, 3 dmg), Zombie 2(Blue, 2 dmg)
Khalib*, Jacinth*

Round 7: (Bold may act)
Orrin* (2 dmg), Silass# (4 dmg, frightened) & Lord Korbin# (19 dmg)

* Bless is in effect
# Inspire Courage is in effect, lingering round 2

Jacinth's Round 6

Jacinth smiles wickedly as one of the zombies shuffles up to meet her. "Time to send you back to Pharasma where you belong!" she says as she strikes with her dagger.

Attack vs. Green (Dagger; Freebooter's Bane, Bless): 1d20 + 2 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 2 + 1 + 1 = 12
Damage: 1d4 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 + 1 = 5

Hearing Orrin's footsteps behind her she quickly sidesteps around the zombie, hoping to catch it between the two of them.

Jacinth uses Freebooter's Bane as a move action, stabs, then takes a 5 foot step to the northwest. Currently on mobile so I can't move myself on the map right now.

Khalib hurries to help his companions.

Double move.

Education and fantasy have failed to make this battle worthwhile for Orrin. He's broken a few zombies, and possibly some people, and they have yet to surrender. Worse still, he is no closer to a pleasant vacation in Druma. Ah, well. In for a copper. He vents some well-deserved frustration on what he hopes will soon be an unlife-less corpse.

Dagger, Bless: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 7 + 1 = 28
Yay!
Confirmation: 1d20 + 7 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 7 + 1 = 14
Damage: 2d4 + 12 ⇒ (3, 3) + 12 = 18

Silass shrugs off the Clerics attack, and with a snarl, drives his dagger into the Cleric.

Dagger: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 261d4 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

"You go, Kaleena. Finish them!", Iddo says hoarsely.

None of my actions are worth falling unconscious for, so I'll just remain lying on the ground until someone can fix me up.

Jacinth lands a decennt blow, but then Orrin steps in and slices the zombies head clean from its shoulders, dropping it in an instant.

Silass then drives a dagger into the clerics chest, dropping her as well.

The remaining zombie continues to attack Silass, but Silass barely dodges out of the way.

Attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

Ganging up on the remaining zombie with daggers, you are able to make quick work of it.

Out of combat. Whew - two encounters at once is fairly brutal!

Khalib heals his companions to get them back on their feet.
Roll the charges from your wand, Khalib will use it for you.

This being Iddo's first scenario, he doesn't have a wand of CLW yet.

"I knew you could do it! I'm sorry for being useless... We're going to solve this mystery in no time! Or you can leave me here and do it yourself, I'm just a burden anyways. But if one of you could patch me up, I'll be grateful forever! Because I can't even get up by myself..."

Iddo turns on his stomach and hides his face.

"Don't beat yourself up, Iddo, the zombies already tried. And you know what? They failed!" Orrin isn't entirely sure how to cheer up the young bard, so he's playing it by ear. He then taps Iddo with his own wand to get him back on his feet.
"If someone could keep that one alie-" he heaves a sigh in the direction of the fallen cleric, "-we may need to ask some questions. I'll see to that woman with the pick, net her and see what she can tell us.'
Already on the move, he calls out, "Anyone who can't heal, maybe see if there are any nobles straggling about, maybe search for clues on Wuthers. I'm not so sure, actually, if someone has a better idea...."
He runs back to the room the thugs were in, quickly lays his net over the woman, takes her pick, and taps her with his wand as well.
CLW @Iddo: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
CLW @Deanaris: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 Heals equal lethal and nonlethal

Jacinth nods and quickly moves to have a look at the fallen cleric, attempting to staunch her wounds if she's still breathing.

Heal (Untrained): 1d20 ⇒ 15

"You are not useless at all," she comments sharply to Iddo as she sees to the cleric. "Your singing inspires those who hear it to fight better - that's hardly anything to sneeze at. Each person should play to the innate strengths they have, whether it be skill at arms, healing, or something else, rather than lamenting the ones they do not."

Thankfully took no damage, so I'm good for now.

Silass sags out of his rage, and rushes to Korbin’s side, clutching the bird to his chest as a heaving, wracking wail escapes his lips. He rifles around in a pocket for a moment, and pulls out a wand, and begins pathetically waving it about to conjure some sort of succour for his wounded friend. He gradually realises this is a futile exercise, and looks around the room for help.

He notices that Iddo is recovered from his grievous wounds, and rushes over, pulling Iddo to his feet and shoving the wounded bird and the wand into his arms, silently begging him to do something to bring back his fallen master.

Wand of cure light wounds for Silass and Korbin (and anyone else who needs it)

As I've said, feel free to roll for you own healing. There's a lot of variation about people updating their current hp or not, but everyone knows how many hp they lost, hence this way of doing things.

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Current Status as I have it:
Orrin - 16 / 18
Silass - 30 / 34
Lord Korbin - -2 / 17 (unconscious)
Iddo - 2 / 8

For Silass to use charges to bring everyone up to full:
CLW on Orrin: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4 Full
CLW on Silass: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 Full
CLW on Korbin: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9 7/17
CLW on Korbin: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 9/17
CLW on Korbin: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6 15/17
CLW on Korbin: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8 Full
CLW on Iddo: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9 Full
7 charges total.

Hustavan manages to survive the encounter, and latches onto you like a lost puppy (while often reminding you that he is your superior, but also praising you for saving him). The rest of the theatergoers rush off into other parts of the opera house, seeking an exit—or perhaps hoping to rid themselves of Hustavan’s company.

The cleric survives, but tells you little. You search her, and find a holy symbol of Zyphus, and a letter. (See slides) Eventually, she also tells you that Fel Bustrani (author of the letter) is in the basement.

Moving on to the other captured woman (with the pick axe), you find another copy of the same letter, but she refuses to say anything.

Both women are clearly cultists, and cannot see reason beyond their treacherous goals. They clearly would have fought to the death, and are still very willing to do so.

Iddo looks at Jacinth and nods.

"Yes... you are right. I'm sorry for overreacting. I'm also sorry for using up your healing wands, Orrin and Mr. Korbin. And I'm sorry for apologizing so much."

The bard gets up to his feet and looks at the captives and the letter.

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 14

Iddo shudders slightly as he reads.

"I'm afraid we've found the reason behind Wuthers' disappearance. We should go to the basement and stop this nonsense. Magistros Hustavan, please retreat to a safer location. We cannot allow you to be injured any further."

I'm not sure what DC this is supposed to be, but I'm taking 10 on a Knowledge (Religion) check on Zyphus.

Religion: 10 + 6 = 16

Jacinth quickly reads the letter as well, peering over Iddo's shoulder. "Really? All this to appease whoever this 'Grim Harvestman' is?" she groans. "This is ridiculous!"

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

She glares at the silent woman for a moment but then takes a deep breath and slowly exhales. "Do you have anything to add? If you are willing to be helpful we might be able to make the case for a lesser punishment for you and your friend."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

Yep, that looks about right!

Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 15

Khalib confers with his companions, whispering to them. "I'm feeling that she knows far more than she told us, but I think usual means of convincing or coercion wouldn't help us much. Perhaps promising her freedom would work? In any case we have to act fast."

Iddo thinks for a moment then smiles.

I can do this, I will be useful!

Iddo points at the woman and makes some strange hand gestures.

"Haxama!"

Casting Charm Person, Will DC 15.

Oh, Iddo, I've met some people who can apologize like you, Orrin thinks with amusement. Nothing we can do about him, only he can help himself, aided a bit by real life and experience.

"Is that really something we can promise?" he asks in a whisper as Khalib mentions the possibility of setting them free. "They're a bit of a menace. I'm not sure how I feel about lying to them to get them to talk, but I remember how my side felt about their zombies and pickaxes."

Looking back to the woman, he notices Iddo standing near her and casting some spell. "Or we could try that," he amends.

Saw your post while I was editing, Iddo. Good job, be useful for once ;)
I feel like it's fairly obvious I'm joking, but I'd rather mention it than give a false impression here.
Huh, that extra type and addendum kinda hurt the joke. Maybe I should delete it.
"You're just doing this on purpose now, aren't you?" Maybe, maybe not.

"Oh...of course not," Jacinth sighs as Khalib offers his own analysis of the situation. "With these types they never do, do they? I should have known..."

She raises an eyebrow as Iddo suddenly begins weaving some sort of magic, clearly aimed at the stubborn prisoner. "Well whatever our friendly musician is doing, it should hopefully be interesting!"

As Korbin splutters back to consciousness, Silass grabs him and hugs him tightly, watching on as the bard does some sort of magic thing.

"Welcome back to the land of the living," Jacinth offers dryly as Lord Korbin is brought back from the brink of death. "As you can see, you haven't missed very much."

"And about time too. Fancy yourself a ranger eh? Too much time spent with the animals, not enough time with the bow if you ask me. And who allowed you riffraff to rifle through my things? fancy taking advantage of a poor beleaguered noble such as myself while i lie injured from grievous wounds sustained in the line of a most glorious duty. You will all be receiving damning appraisals in my chronicles, of that you can be sure!

And Silass! Running away like that in the face of danger. You're lucky I don't have you made into shoes!"

7 charges noted, and it is of course fine for people to use my wand when they need, ignore the bird

I may have liked him better stable at the gates to the Boneyard, Orrin facepalms mentally while watching to see what effect Iddo's spell had on the cleric.

Will Save: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (10) + 0 = 10

The woman's eyes glaze over, and she calms down.

Oh my gods. Oh my gods! It worked!

Iddo nearly bursts in laughter but holds himself back.

"Hello, umm..." Iddo realizes he doesn't know the woman's name and smiles nervously. "Hello. My name is Iddo, and I would like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind. First of all, I'd like to know what happened to Wuthers the Pathfinder. I assume he's dead. Second, if you could tell me what exactly it is you're planning down there, that'd be lovely."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23

"Anybody else have any questions?"

"Any questions....yeah... can I go get my musket from my horse and carry it with me forever now that the sanctity of this place was ruined by zombies and such...?"

"Yes, of course, friend." Her change is a little creepy. "Bustrani betrayed Wuthers, just when the man thought he struck gold! Killed him, and let his Zyphus zombies gnaw at him. In minutes, Wuthers rose and joined out cause! I am sure you can too!"

"True believers of Zyphus understand that souls who perish by accident do not travel on to Pharasma’s Boneyard in the Great Beyond, but are instead captured by the Grim Harvestman and malignantly absorbed, making Him ever more powerful! "

"Using the Zyphus zombies, the unwitting employees and actors of the House of the Immortal Son and their Zyphus-granted zeal will spread unexpected death throughout Oppara, Taldor, and beyond. They wil turn the world into zombies and dance in the glory of our all-powerful god!"

In case you are still feeling bad for fighting these guys, clearly it was inevitable.

To Kaleena, she simply says "Try to escape if you like. The doors are all magically barred, and you are not leaving her alive."

I forgot you were limited on gear... equipment from those defeated might be helpful!

You are able to gather:
Masterwork heavy pick x4, splint mail armor, wooden holy symbol (Zyphus) x2, chain shirt armor x3, heavy steel shield x4, shortbow x3, 60 arrows

if no one objects then Kaleena will grab one of the shortbows and arrows in case she runs out of ammo, and one of the shields and heavy picks.

"This is just great..." Kaleena says after listening to all the conversation and then kicks a rock against the wall.

Korbin, that is. Orrin liked him better there, not Iddo.

"We, too, were informed Wuthers had found something important," Orrin says, resisting the urge to slap this lunatic. "Was it the existence of your Zyphus cult here, or something else?"

Correct me if I'm wrong, but there doesn't seem to be any simple weapons. Khalib will pick a shield in any case.

@Khalib - nothing simple yet, although you can probably find something suitable as a club if you like.

"We fooled that Wuthers, but it is true that he helped us find the Zyphus stone!"

A club would be great. Thanks!

Silass will fetch up one of the picks, and stow a shield as well.

"That's quite enough doom and gloom from the mad cultist for me!" espouses Lord Korbin.

Let's be about it, we have a mission to complete, and I intend to succeed, despite your collective best efforts to do otherwise.

I will not throttle my teammate, I will not throttle my teammate, I will not throttle my teammate! Even if he is just a bird.

"Well done," Jacinth says, patting Iddo on the shoulder. "As our fearless leader says, let us head down below and put an end to this madness!"

Jacinth will take one of the shortbows, some arrows (maybe 20 or so), and one of the picks.

"Lets do this" Kaleena says to the others

I will not throttle my teammate, I will not throttle my teammate, I will not throttle my teammate! Even if he is just a bird. Might make it easier, I suppose...

Orrin grabs a pickaxe, sizing it up. "Any chance we could use these and those unholy symbols to masquerade as cultists? Until the last minute, then we could get the drop on them."

Given the general carnage, you can probably play off the blood stains on the cleric's robes. The other cultists were not dressed in any specific way, though, and there have not been very many so far, so you can probably assume they know each other fairly well. But you may certainly give it a try - never know when that little bit will help.

"It could be worth a try," Jacinth nods, looking around at the carnage. "If it fails then we will be in the same place we would have been in without trying it, so we have little to lose."

"Sound logic Jacinth." and Kaleena looks for the least bloodied clerical attire.

"Disguises! Excellent idea. You play dress-up out here, I will venture forth and save our lost companion. I'm sure they'll not notice the difference between 3 humans and a an elf, a tentacled half elf, a half orc, a Garundi and a Nagaji"

Silass moves forward and throws open the door closest to him.

"Save him? He's dead!" Jacinth calls out, thoroughly exasperated. "But fine, since you're bound and determined to do things as you see fit, let's go ahead and see what horrors wait below," she mutters as she hurries after the pair.

How long has it been since the first fight? I took my mutagen then, and it lasts 20 minutes.

Orrin shakes his head, grabbing a pick and an unholy symbol, then covering up the sign of the Eternal Rose on his back before following the others.

Silass finds storage rooms off from the room he is in. They are dusty, and contain mostly props, costumes and moldy backdrops.

@Orrin - Things have been moving pretty fast, actually. I think it is safe to say it was only about 10-15 minutes so far.