Heal up, then you see this when you enter
Scratches and dark stains cover nearly every surface in this spacious living room. To the east, paintings and other once- ne objects give fuel to a re roaring in the hearth. Bent, broken, and bloody cutlery juts at odd angles from the table in the center of the room. Books lie scattered in heaps next to broken shelves, and shards of shattered dishes spill forth from their cabinets. An open door to the west looks into the lthy kitchen, and stairs to the southwest lead up to the next oor. Tiny bloody footprints cover the stairs, heading in both directions.
Male N Human (Garundi) Kineticist | HP: 37/37 (3NL) +4 tmp | AC: 18 (13 Tch,15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 15 | F: +7, R: +6, W: +2 | Init: +5 | Perc: +7, SM: +1 | Speed 30ft | Burn: 1 | Active conditions: Force ward
"Damn, it's a mess here," Filk whispers and moves quietly to the kitchen door, opposite from Mortin. The blood on the stairs sure looks interesting, but perhaps it's best to clear this floor first.
From under the table, a tiny creature throws a kitchen knife at the person closest to him, Valerka. It shrieks in rage the invaders into its home, and at its hatred of everything. Valerka takes a nasty wound, as the dagger imbeds itself in her hip.
This appears to be similar to a homunculus, but appears to have been flawed in its creation. It is a little tougher than many homunculus, but does not appear to have the wings that most would have.
For sure, it has construct traits as well, but it appears not to have poison.
Because Valkea is an animal, she acts upon the last command (defaulting to defend) per the rules. With her animal intelligence, delaying is a bit above her capability.
Khoun follows up Valerka's devastating blow with one of his own. It appears to be severely wounded, its grotesque limbs hanging loosely, but it is somehow holding itself together.
Atrix tries to stomp it, but it seems unaffected by her stomp.
Filk then "throws" the knife from Valerka's leg into the creature, but it bounces off of the table it is hiding under.
It then takes advantage of the cover the table is providing, and throws another kitchen knife, this time at Atrix.
Kitchen Knife vs AC16:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23as dagger:1d2 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
After it throws, it collapses.
Now, having been told to attack, Valkea goes for it, and given the creature's unconscious state, easily hits. She rips into it, and looks like she's going for the kill. She is now holding the creature in her mouth, with what passes for its blood dripping onto the floor.
five foot step under the table, and CdG damage:2d4 + 2 ⇒ (1, 1) + 2 = 4 fort:1d20 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6Fail!
Note: no one told Atrix what it was!
Combat over, you can search the room. Please describe where you are searching.
The kitchen
The smell of rotting food and stagnant water rises from the filth in this small kitchen, mixing sickeningly with the strong, coppery scent of fresh blood. Broken jugs, upturned trays, and scraps of food litter the room. In the sink, a large bowl filled with chewed and spat-out food floats in thick, bloody water in the sink. An open door to the south reveals a ransacked pantry.
From where Filk stands, he doesn't see anyone, and no one answers his query. More importantly, no cutlery is thrown his way, either.
He continues searching the room, but when he gets near the sink, he realizes the stench is overwhelming! He able to withstand it without becoming too sickened, and realizes that the creature had been throwing all sorts of foul refuse into it.
Fort:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Pushing - moving tokens a bit for a search - some randomization...
The rest of the team then gives the living room a once over while Filk investigates the kitchen.
As Khoun is investigating the bookcase, he "discovers" that the creature with the cutlery obsession had left another fork trap... that is, he learns of it when the fork hits him in the shoulder.
fork trap:1d20 + 15 ⇒ (17) + 15 = 32fork!:1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7
Valerka growls, "You know what, fork this place." She moves back to her original position near the door where she's certain she's more safe. Blood continues to pour down her leg, "You guys search, I'll be back here."
"You all are making a mess. How are we supposed to tell one pool of blood from another?" He shakes his head and shifts to one side, watching his feet placement.
"Come here, come here. Not that close," he lights up the wand and waits for those injured to touch it.
Cure Lights for those hurt, roll as many as you need.
The shelves in this storeroom have been ripped off the wall and lie in a heap on the floor, along with their now-wrecked former contents—bloody linens, a broken broom, and other ruined household supplies. Past the storeroom is a tidy washroom that appears oddly untouched by the surrounding messy chaos.
Filk enters into the washroom, which somehow causes the mirror to fall off the wall, revealing a nasty, scrawled message written in blood in a childlike hand: “You know nothing! You ruined everything! Your friends hate you! I HATE YOU!”Moprtin realizes that this message likely represents the homunuculus's creator’s own deep-seated feelings toward his- or herself.
FiJeet notices some magical auras coming from the southern room, and opens the door. As he does, he disturbs the webbing on the other side of the door, and sees a giant spider which has odd greenish growths on it. This spider, in fact, is larger than the gnome himself!
You are pretty sure that this spider has been mutated by demon's bile, much like the ones in the graveyard. Also, you notice a very large and purple patch of demon's bile in the bedroom, as seen on the map!
Khoun, Filk, Atrix, and Valkea are up! Universal Adjustments: Inspire Courage +1 Universal Conditions: Knowledge: Arcana, Nature, Planes
Along Came a Spider, Round 2:
x Mortin [CURING]
x Valerka [SHIELD]
=> Khoun
=> Atrix
=> Filk
=> Valkea [DEFEND]
Spider
FiJeet
U = Unconscious S = Surprised D = Delay D2 = Delay (Take 2 actions)
Male N Human (Garundi) Kineticist | HP: 37/37 (3NL) +4 tmp | AC: 18 (13 Tch,15 Fl) | CMB: +2, CMD: 15 | F: +7, R: +6, W: +2 | Init: +5 | Perc: +7, SM: +1 | Speed 30ft | Burn: 1 | Active conditions: Force ward
"They're all bugs to me..." Filk mutters, not caring about species as much as Valerka seems to do. He runs back into the corridor to see what got his friends so agitated.
"Ugh, I never thought I'd say so... But I think I preferred the ants to this!"
The giant arachnid looks gruesome, and Filk happy to keep some distance to it. Staying behind the corner, he sends some rubble flying towards the spider.
I think there's a line of sight, but the critter gets cover.
