GM Jakuri's #8-06 "Reaping What We Sow" (Inactive)

Game Master Jakuri

The javelin pierces the other pumpkin, snuffing out its flames and sending it crashing into the ground below.

Combat is suspended.

"Good heavens! You're injured!"

Bertinard moves up to Gaz and casts a spell.
CLW: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Patches of the visible moss cling to what remains of the jack-o-lantern. Nearby, the path of moss works its way into the distance.

Lya takes a moment to pray a grateful thanks to Shelyn.
LoH self: 1d6 - 1 ⇒ (3) - 1 = 2

She will then take a few moments to mend her allies
LoH Adoril: 1d6 ⇒ 2
LoH Corrin: 1d6 ⇒ 5
LoH Gaz: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Gaz's rage ends as the pumpkin pieces rain down. He is healed generously by his comrades before he can realize how severe they really were.

"Humf, thanks. he mutters as he tries to clear his head of the exhaustion and memories of fear and explosions. "That didn't fight fair, too much up here." says the grumpy halfling as he taps his temple. "Not much giant either." He precedes to gather up some dirt, spit into it, and rub it on his remaining wounds.

Lya turns to Bertinard "What can you tell us about these things?"

She eyes up the moss carefully.

Prizm walks in and stows his wand. He the walks over by Lya and comments "You seem to have some enemies, who would send these creatures after you in your home? I have heard of evil druids, fey, and even witches doing such things. Have you evoked the wrath of the unseelie or the macomb?"

The gnomes seriousness fades quickly as his little dodo friend trots into the room.

"Oh Bert! That's amazing!"

Bert hops in on one foot as the other has an assortment of evil pumpkin seeds. He deposits them with a splat at the feet of his master.

Looking this way and that he lets out one "bert!" and then promptly toddles over to Lya and rubs his small avian head on her shin.

Gaz walks over to the seeds and sniffs them then looks up at Lya and Prizm. "Spiral ends." he says pointing to the ground near his feet. Then his arm raises to the countryside. "Go to source?"

"I don't know anything about that moss, and there haven't been witches in these parts for 30 years...but this is nonetheless disconcerting...you said you followed a trail here--go investigate what's on the other end of the trail. In the meantime, I'll gather the townsfolk."

Upon closer inspection, the moss dangling from the remains of the jack-o-lantern looks slightly different.

Assuming detect magic.
It's magical...so is something in the remains of the two possessed gourds!

The two wizards are able to identify that rubbing the moss on your skin would confer the benefits of False Life (CL 3rd). One of the gourd's pulp functions as an Oil of Continual Flame, while the other functions as an Elixir of Fire Breath.

"Hmmmmm! The trail fair point Bertinard, let us take a look."

Prizm continues his detect magic ands starts to backtrack the trail from its source. Much to his delight Bert already seems to have his beak to the ground and is progressing.

"Gaz they ever teach you orc types how to track?"

Insert appropriate dice Jak

Following the trail requires a DC 8 Survival check. At least one of you has a wisdom mod of -1 or higher, so there's no issue following the trail.

Lya follows along.

Gaz crouches down low and then nods. "No problem."

The trail spirals through the farmland surrounding the village. After following it through a cornfield, the trail ends at a clearing within the field. Dozens of pumpkins grow in this patch, though several appear to have been smashed. The still quiet of the late-autumn night amplifies a small, panting sound coming from within the patch.

The source of the panting comes into view--a little plant man with arms and legs formed from twisted vines with a small gourd carved with eyes and a mouth for a head. Around its neck is a necklace with colorful bird feathers. One of its hands grips a mallet, dripping with juices and goop from smashed pumpkins.

Everyone but Corrin can tell from the expression on the creature's face that it is horrified and panicked. Gaz and Lya both have a strong suspicion the creature is in shock.

Information and Tactical updated

Prizm smiles and steps forward a couple small steps.

"Hei! Ära karda me lihtsalt sattus mõned neist vaid mõned hetked tagasi. Kas teil on vaja rääkida? Võibolla istuda? Bert teeb imeline komposti tee, kui see võib aidata?"

The little gnome motions toward the small Dodo at his right. And then flourishes in the manner of the seelie Fey.

"Me püüame teada saada, kas seal on mõned nõiad või paha druiididega võibolla, mis põhjustavad need ebameeldiva olendid rünnata valige sihtmärgid. Kuidas need seatud teie üle? Kas nad tulevad kõikjal eriti? Oleme pärit ühiskonna, kes on pühendatud aidata inimesi selle linna"

Prizm then motions toward Gaz and gives him a jab with his finger and waves his hands in a grand gesture.

"Meil on vägev ja vähe inimesi siin. Ta on pühendatud aidata võita kurja, mis on teinud need unseelie olendid."

As Prizm speaks out to the leshy (who appears to understand), the leshy brings a finger to his carved mouth as if to say "shush". However, Prizm's babble (and Adoril's full plate) have made too much noise. The scarecrow opposite the pumpkin patch wriggles to life as it hops off the post, while 2 pumpkins begin rising into the air.

The leshy yells (in Sylvan): "EEEEE BAD PLANTS! Help Feather Seed!"

Gaz is up!

Else, Gaz double moves to the scarecrow

Ah! The gourds are only 5' off the ground at the start.

Gaz rushes to a nearby gourd and turns it into pulp with a mighty swing.

The remaining gourd flies 20 feet into the air before belching fire down at Gaz.

burp: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 = 20
fire dmg: 1d6 ⇒ 5

Adoril, Lya, and Prizm are up!

Prizm ducks behind Lya and crouches while pulling out his magic missile wand and giving it a flourish.

Magic Missile Wand at other flying gourd: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Lya will step up to Gaz and heal his wounds... whispering a prayer to Shelyn.
LoH: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Adoril is working right now (and in Korea), I'll bot him for now.

Forgot to move the other gourd on the map, it's where it's at 20 ft up.

Adoril draws his greatsword as he charges the Jack-O-Lantern!
Power attack: 1d20 + 6 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 6 - 1 + 2 = 19
dmg: 2d6 + 7 ⇒ (3, 1) + 7 = 11

He slices its viny body, sending it crumpling into a heap.

The leshy winds up and spits a seed at the flying pumpkin.
seed!: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
dmg: 1 = 1
gourd ref: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

As far as pumpkins go, the flying pumpkin doesn't look like it's got much fight left in it.

Corrin and Gaz are up!

"Seriously. These pumpkins are stupid."

Corrin throws his sword into the air again, it glows as it flies.

Hand of the Apprentice: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
Reroll...
Hand of the Apprentice!: 1d20 + 4 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 4 + 5 = 20
Damage, Arcane Strike: 1d8 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 2 + 1 = 4

Corrin's flying sword drops the pumpkin.

Combat is suspended. There's no way for Adoril to get out of the way in time.....adoril ref: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7fire: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 4) = 10

The paladin does some Lay on Hands to heal himself up.
LOH: 1d6 ⇒ 4
LOH: 1d6 ⇒ 4

After the fighting is done, the Leshy thanks Prizm for helping. It reveals that it's name is Feather Seed, and was helping the druid Elm investigate the strange fungi. Feather Seed also knows where the corruption seems to be stemming from, and is willing to take you there.

Getting close to the end--please post reporting info over in the discussion tab!

Gaz's rage fades as quickly as it came. 'Smashing floating pumpkin is more fun than stomping dead ones!' His fellow Pathfinders can see a satisfied look as he sits in the dirt.

The talk of fungus sparks his interest though. He knows fungus, fungus can helpful.
"Yes, mold good. This mold bad, but maybe good beer once smash." Gaz stands back up and looks the leahy in the eyes, giving it a firm nod meaning 'On you plant man.'

Feather Seed leads you along a river until the terrain turns into a gloomy, swampy wetland several miles north of town. Feather Seed stops when he comes across an altar of piled stones. At the top of the pile is a small recess containing a gem. To the north there is a charred, ruined structure.

The leshy points a shaking hand towards the ruins before muttering "There."

Information and Tactical has been updated.

Corrin will step to the front and Detect Magic, then pull out the moss and start rubbing it on his skin.

False Life: 1d10 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

"This looks like a great place for those running from the law to hide..."

As he stares with Detect up, Corrin also pulls out a wand Mage Armor and casts a spell Mirror Image.

Mirror Image: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

AC 16, 2 Images, 6 Temp HP, Corrin ready to rage.

Lya walks elegantly along with Bert, playfully dancing with him form time to time, but mostly keeping quiet.

She still appears ill, but walks along without a care in the world.

Prizm wrinkles his nose and glances at Gaz with a smirk.

"huih xynkei" the small gnome intones.

Minor Image DC19 if interacted with

With a wave of his hands there is a crunch of underbrush and an a hulking ogre steps out into view and rumbles over toward the charred structure. Over its shoulder is a giant downed tree and it randomly scratches it's rear.

As it approaches the charred building it stomps its foot loudly and roars out a challenge to whatever may be in this area. It bangs its club on the structure and thumps its chest.

With a extremely ugly grin it eyes up Gaz as drool pours out the corner of its mouth.

"THUNKADRANOOK!!!" it manages, which surly is words - but it comes out unintelligible.

Bert looks up at Lya and manages to raise an eyebrow, which you were certain that birds didn't even have.

Lya raises her eye brow back at Bert...

She looks at the Ogre... carefully observing its suspicious entrance...

Corrin squints at the gnome.

Spellcraft: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

He waggles a finger disapprovingly and goes back to staring at the stone pile.

Bony arms reach out from the structure and attack at the illusory ogre.

Note: The path-looking areas are mushy, but normal terrain. Green spaces are too swampy, and are to be treated as difficult terrain.

Prizm is up!

Ha! Not even trying..
Gaz amps up to 11, beat red face and hair standing on end. He draws his greataxe and stomps his feet into a sumo stance. "Jiak liwo ride lat avo avhe earavh lat bloodausan varanat eaaver!" He souts, drooling equally.

did you heal the 3 from my loh?

Oh, no definitely missed that. Thanks, NM

Ogre

The ogre leaps into the air and lands with a thunderous BOOM beyond the skeletons somewhat confused and frightened at the dead creatures clawing at it. It moves deeper into the ruins and bellows a challenge to all while swinging it's club in a vicious challenge to anyone willing to listen.

Prizm walks over near Gaz and starts casting a spell enlarge, and I don't lose concentration on my illusion due to effortless trickery

I would note that Gaz's archetype receives benefits the smaller he is in comparison to his opponents. Since it's a full round cast, I'll give you the option to discuss between the two of you if you want to pick a separate target.

Prizm also doesn't have line of effect or sight to direct the illusion further into the ruins. Its earlier position is as far in as Prizm can see.

The skeletons all swing at the illusory ogre. Though they seem intent on killing it, one of the skeletons breaks off after making its second swing at the illusion.

Gaz and Lya are up!

Now, I honestly do hate to run away from an enlargement! But the Titan Mauler buff of +1 to Attack and AC seems wiser than the +1 to Attack and Dam with a -1 to AC. Gaz is just a squishy pinata after all. Prizm's target is selected at completion next round though, right? If so Adoril and Corrin are nearby too.
Though, if you ever play with Gaz after this scenario when he's been rebuilt as a Human, enlarging is 100% the tactic he'll be going for against medium peeps.

enlarge is +0 to hit, -2ac and +1 damage (usually.. the +2 str can get two handers to another point of damage..

Lya follows along Gaz.. whispering "forget the ogre.. its not real. cleanse the undeath" and casting glitterdust dc 17

Shelyn would not begrudge violence against the abominations would she...?

Ah yes, the cumbersome nature of being larger.

The trio of skeletons are now blinded.

No need for will saves on friendly illusions =)

A skeleton that appears to be on fire shambles out from deeper within the ruins and dashes across the marsh towards Lya and Gaz, stopping abruptly between the two of them. Line of sight and all, tricky resolution in pbp.

Adoril, Corrin, and Prizm are up!

Prizm finishes his spell but finds a new target in Adoril. Upon its completion Adoril swells in size and stature.

The little gnome then moves over to get a view on his illusion and the new foe. With a wrinkle of his nose the ogre swells in size and strides into the middle of the ruins.

I made it bigger so I can see his head above the walls... so I can move him in further and maybe net more aggros, using effortless trickery to play with the illusion and keep it going as a swift

He then levels his wand at the new foe and it fires out a single shimmering missile with a resounding "pew"

Wand of Magic Missiles: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Corrin begins running around the corner again, catching sight of the skeleton. As he sees he can't get there, he instead swings his sword into the ground!

Thunderstomp, Flaming Skeleton: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15 vs CMD to trip.

The skeleton loses its footing and falls prone. An enlarged Adoril moves over, drawing his lucerne-hammer on the way before bringing it down on the skeleton. On his way, he calls down the righteous might of Erastil to smite the undead creature!

non-pa: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19
blam: 1d12 + 6 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 6 + 4 = 14

The burning skeleton explodes!

gaz ref: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
lya ref: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (7) + 8 = 15
dmg: 1d6 ⇒ 5
Both of you saved for half dmg--that's 2 points of fire dmg

At this point, I don't see any point drawing this out having you guys fight 3 blinded skeletons. There's also a haunt that would trigger off the burning skeleton that makes people take more fire damage, but that ship has sailed =P. I say we call this combat complete.

Don't worry about healing or anything, all that's left is the RP wrap-up of the scenario. I'll get everything reported once people have posted in the discussion thread.

"well... that was odd. where's the source of the corruption?" Lya continues to muck around to discover why they are there.

Among the ruins you find a steel box lined with possessions that survived the fire. Inside is a an unholy symbol of Gyronna, a bottled scream, a wand of burning hands (CL5) with 4 charges remaining, and a potion of fly.

The altar of stones was also an altar to Gyronna, a CE deity also known as 'The Angry Hag'.

Feather Seed uses a magical, glowing gourd to cleanse the restless spirits in the ruins, filling the air with a palpable sense of peace.

The festival continues into its final day, where the villagers hold a ceremony of forgiveness. Several villagers come forward and apologize to the PC's about their initial distrust, as well as their suspicions you had murdered Elm. Armeline also forgives the society, and informs you that she's willing to accompany you back to the Woodsedge Lodge to speak with Venture Captain Petulengro. Before you leave, Bertinard publicly thanks you:

“What happened 30 years ago was a terrible tragedy. We, all of us, allowed fear and division to triumph over mercy and love. A group of worshipers of the hag goddess, Gyronna. A group of worshipers of Gyronna attacked our village. They used illusions to walk among us and tore us apart. They framed us for betrayal and murder, and in the end, we turned against each other, hands full of blades and hearts full of spite. I felt the poison that had taken hold here gnawing at my faith, but knew deep down that something was terribly wrong, and with the help of my lantern, I revealed the truth behind their disguises. And, well, I’m not proud of this, but I led the charge against them. I let rage take over. I cried for their blood, for their hanging. When it was over, I followed their tracks back to their home, dropped their bodies within it, and set the whole mess ablaze. I may have put a stop to the threat, but in so doing, I succumbed to their influence nonetheless. However, Shelyn forgives me, and I have forgiven myself. What happened here just had to be tied to those cultists. Thanks to these brave Pathfinders, we need not suffer through that nightmare again!”

In thanks, Bertinard presents you with his lantern of auras.

Congratulations, folks! Chronicles will be available at COTN for attendees. Otherwise your chronicle will be mailed to you! Cheers!

Gaz stops in his tracks as a massive Adoril explodes a fire-skeleton bomb in front of him. Looking up at Lya with his eyebrows singed, Gaz starts letting out a rolling laugh. He finds the process of cleaning up the blind skeletons quite enjoyable, though he never fully trusts the hulking illusion and some may catch the little confused halfling swinging at it occasionally.

The final research on site is mostly over his head, but the leshy has won him over and Gaz will try to get Feather Seed to join them at the festival. Regardless of the Leshy's accompaniment, Gaz tries to turn the somewhat somber ceremony of forgiveness into an upbeat celebration.