GM ShadowLord's PFS #6–16: Scions of the Sky Key Trilogy (Inactive)

Game Master The Rising Phoenix

Fort: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 4 + 2 = 21

Fort: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 2 = 12 Trevyn takes 6 nonlethal damage and is fatigued. He will cast cure light wounds on himself using his wand to negate the NL damage just before arriving at the destination. CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Save fort: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 1 + 2 = 15
Save fort: 1d20 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 1 + 2 = 21

Shambala seems to suffer from the heat a little but after a time, it gets better as he uses a charge of his Infernal Healing wand. +10 HP, so full HP but still fatigued, I guess.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

"Have you noticed the smell that comes out of the gorge, friends? Awful!"

Fort: 1d20 + 3 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 3 + 4 + 2 = 16
Fort: 1d20 + 3 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 3 + 4 + 2 = 26
After waking up, Mazon mentions how much hotter it feels to her in the mornings. "I'm not a morning person." she says grouchily. After traveling for a bit she has gotten used to the heat again and heals her soreness but is unable to get rid of her tiredness.
Clw wand: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
Reaching the destination, she looks around. Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
She sniffs. "I don't know what you are talking about Sham, but I would think that it would be coming from dead bodies of kobolds...at least I hope so."

Tsadok has Shambala use one of the endure element scrolls on Pea'nut before setting out. Trusting to his survival skills an new clothing for today's trip.

fort+hot weather gear + survival+bonus: 1d20 + 5 + 2 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 5 + 2 + 6 + 2 = 31

fort+hot weather gear + survival+bonus: 1d20 + 5 + 2 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 5 + 2 + 6 + 2 = 32

perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

"You're right something is getting to be quite ripe around here."

Hekra will use one his Scrolls to aid him.

perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

Rengars sniffs the air "You are right, let's be on our guard." Rengar says, cracks his neck and unslings his nodachi and advances in the mine when the others indicate they are ready.

Hekra pulls his sword and readies his mind.

Perception check 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18

Trevyn takes a few moments to bring Arthes into the world, in corporeal form. "Let's go."

Shambala, Endure Elements lasts for 24 hours. Since you used it late afternoon yesterday you are exempt from the affects this morning and afternoon.

Trevyn and Mazon are both fatigued until they take eight hours of rest.

Hexagonal basalt columns scarred by mining tools line the walls of the gorge. The floor of the gorge is a patchwork of scrub grass and leafless vegetation flattened by frequent traffic. Wooden scaffolding, mining equipment, and trampled tents lie abandoned across the camp. Dozens of corpses of laborers rent limb from limb lay amidst the camp’s wreckage, and dried blood darkens the rocks. Several banners depicting a golden crown adorn the scaffolding. Three hideously malformed, hairless, pustule-covered corpse moves and snarl more like an undead hound than an undead man. One undead creature stands in the middle of the three creatures. As you crest the hill the hairless creatures notice your group and grunt out to the others.

Init: Shambala, Trevyn, Mazon, Hekra, Rengar, Creatures FFx3, Tsadok'ul, Creature Z

Two DC11 knowledge religion checks to identify the creatures.

Map updated

Trevyn: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20
Tsadok'ul: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Shambala: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
Mazon: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Hekra: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17
Rengar: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
FF: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
Z: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (7) + 0 = 7

Shamak walks forward and speaks in a strange tongue, as fire bursts out of both his hands.
Draconic: "Oh Dahak, may your fiery blessing send these trespassers back to ashes, for ashes we are and to ashes we shall return."

Cast defensively (DC 17): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

Burning hands, Ref DC 16: 4d4 + 8 ⇒ (2, 2, 1, 4) + 8 = 17

1d20 ⇒ 1
1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

After the inferno subsides the three creatures that Shambala blasted are nothing more than scorching, blackened corpses.

After Shambala's fire dissipates, roasting some of the flesh off the undead creatures, Trevyn says "Och, get the bastards, Arthes"

Arthes moves toward the undead monstrosity in front of her, and slams it.
slam: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
damage: 1d8 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11
Unfortunately she misses.

Trevyn pulls out his wand of cure light wounds, ready to wade into battle if necessary.

Rengar charges up to the last one and slashes into it with his sword.
attack + PA: 1d20 + 5 - 1 ⇒ (14) + 5 - 1 = 181d10 + 6 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 6 + 3 = 15

When Rengar strikes the last creature some of its boils rupture, squirting him with puslike fluids.

Rengar make a DC13 Fort save please.

The creature collapses to the ground from Rengar's attack.

Out of initiative.

fort: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Only just :D

"Blugh the filth." Rengar complains loudly whilst trying to shake the pus and bits off of him.

With the sounds of combat faded, the party hears a male voice shouting for help in the distance. Working their way to the voice they see a two masterwork heavy picks and a masterwork heavy wooden shield among the ruined mining equipment. Arriving at the man calling out for help, they see a man has barricaded himself inside of a shed behind the camp. He continues to shout for help every few minutes.

Tsadok arriving to the site last misses out on the initial altercation but hearing the cries from the shed, he and Pea'nut head over to investigate.

stealth: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Both moving with speed but ttrying not to draw attention to themselves. Greatsword in hand and aspect of the tiger in place on Pea'nut(+2 to Dexterity)

Following his long time companion, Pea'nut moves out to the side flanking with him by long time practice.

stealth: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Before doing anything else, Shambala kneels and praises Dahak in the ashes of the fallen zombies.

"Och, well then, that was quick. Didn't even need tha' wand. Where next?"

Rengar gathers the gear they found and moves over to where the sound came.
"Oi scaredy cat? We got rid of the zombies so you can come out now."

Shaking his head at Rengar's barb."hehe nice to see you can kill the brainless and insult those without a voice. We shall see if the same is true later when needed."

"Fought in the pits before the Pathfinders recruited me. Don't you doubt for a moment I don't back up my threats. Ones who did either are in the ground or have enough scars on their body so they would remember. " Rengar says without missing a blink.

Mazon stays quiet, just waiting to hear what the guy has to say.

Ever so slowly a man emerges from behind the barricade. At first you are unsure if he is another one of the undead, but when he speaks in a croaked voice it's apparent that the man is just severely injured. "T-t-thank you." he says before collapsing to one knee. "W-w-wat.water."

While giving water to the man, Shambala draws his wand of Infernal Healing. "Pleasure to meet you, sir. Would you mind being cured by the powers from Below?"

Hekra will offer him water and whatever else he can do for the man.

Heal attempt 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

The man shakes his as he slops down the offered water readily. After coughing and drinking more he thanks you for the water.

"We, "He looks to his left where two other bodies lay, recently deceased within the last day or so. "I thought I was going to die out here! Thank you so much for saving me."

Trevyn also offers some jerkey to the starving man. Removing 1 day of trail rations

As the man didn't answer no, Shambala will use a charge of his Infernal Healing wand. +10 HP

The readily accepts the healing and the food. He shoves his face full of it, tearing at the jerky like a wild animal. He thanks you profusely and seems to relax, having been on edge. He asks, "Thank the gods! How did you know to come and save us? I mean, me? Why, yes, I was a member of the Gold Crown crew. I"m the last one alive I think, I haven't heard anyone in quite some time. I've been penned up in here for about a week, I think, I've lost track of time unfortunately. It was terrible, TERRIBLE!"

"Our company had discovered an abundant silver vein in this gorge and have worked tirelessly to keep it a secret from their competitors. We were totally taken by surprise!"

He rips apart more jerky and finishes it, catching his breath. He continues, "The raiders, those little dragonfolks, they kidnapped another dozen or so members of the crew and marched them off deeper into the hills. Jersh said he thought it was a major kobold settled in a forested valley about fifteen miles away. We discussed the possibility of a rescue, but we never had the opportunity to escape unfortunately. Until now. I, I can get you the directions. Do you think you can try to rescue them too?"

"You say you were attacked by the kobolds a week ago. Any idea what created the undead that my companions so quickly dispatched?
We could try and rescue your friends but we are here on a mission of our own. Perhaps the two will work together."

Hekra once again writes all this down.

"You say you were attacked by the kobolds a week ago. Any idea what created the undead that my companions so quickly dispatched?"

The miner shakes his head no. "I think they were unnatural creatures having to do with the dead. I'm not sure, but perhaps the rotting corpses attracted attention? I ran and hid during the attack and when I came out the next day I saw them there and they've been here since. Oh please, anything you can do would be more than they have now."

"Do you know if an outsider named Sharrowsmith came through here? We are still looking for him as well."

The miner thinks for a moment and then nods affirmatively. "Yeah, sure. There was a fella around here I think that was his name, Shadowsmith, yeah. He was asking about things, I think they sent him over to the other camp. I didn't get to talk to him myself or nothing."

"Sounds interesting. What other camp?"

What kind of things was he asking about? Hekra asks while still writing.

The miner shakes his head, "I didn't speak with the lad directly, I'm not sure. I just saw him abotu is all."

To Shambala the miner nods, "I'm not certain mind you, but I think they sent him to the old ruins. There was a camp there once before but it was abandoned when silver was found here."

To the miner "The old ruins would they be located anywhere close by to the kobold settlement? If you can point us towards the trail I'm sure we can make our ways there, especially if you can give us any landmarks along the way. Will you be fine if we leave you and continue on?"

The miner shrugs and scratches his head, "Well yeah, now that you mention it, I suppose they are both practically right next to each other. I can rough together some directions for you, sure."

He looks to Trevyn and says, "Maybe if you left me some water and more of that jerky I'll pull myself together and be able to make it back to civilization tomorrow, yeah."

Hekra once again takes very good notes. He is sure they will come handy when recording this adventure!

"Och, greedy a bit, eh? I kid... here ya go." Trevyn tosses him another pack of jerkey and a waterskin.

"Thanks for the help, now run along to the village. Kobolds are still mucking about." Rengar says and head back outside, in the direction the miner gave.

Assuming you're not doing anything before heading to the other location. If so let me know before you go.

Perception and Survival checks!

The fifteen-mile journey from the Gold Crown mining camp takes you on a long and treacherous route through the wilds of the Bandu Hills. Without trails to guide you, the party must succeed at a DC12 Survival check (DC to avoid becoming lost and accruing a delay. It’s grows dark and cool enough that there is no further danger from heat.

survival: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

Tsadok and Pea'nut move out following the long unused trail and verifying the landmarks the miner had mentioned

survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19
perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (8) + 5 = 13

Rengar takes point with the other half orc to ensure they get to there location on time.

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Survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
Following the Rengar, she keeps her eyes open and happens to catch sight of something. "Looks like we have a follower." she says, pointing in the direction of the predator stalking them.

Perception roll 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20
Survivial roll 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

I agree with Mazon we are being followed. Maybe its friendly? but if it is not we should ready ourselves. Hekra pulls out his scimitarr and calls to his mind a spell.

"Och, I could send Arthes at it, whatever it is. She'd probably scare the stones of 'em."