GM Turmoil's GD VI: The Heresy of Man series (Inactive)

Game Master Korolan

Easy enough!

Guang, slowly dragging Shybbala to the ground, floats gracefully before touching lightly off the dirt and landing. She looks at Guang and shrugs. "We could have had so much fun! What is a vow anyway? You could always vow to never do it again..." She begins to laugh, and tries to wiggle free from his grasp. Concentration: 1d20 + 21 ⇒ (2) + 21 = 23 Nope.

Initiative! BOLD may go!
OVERALL BUFFS: Prayer! Protection from Evil!

Lurgh
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Glen Fiddich (Every Buff Imaginable)
Guang (Grappling) Fort Save every round while touching her
Milo (Delay)
Shybbahla (Super Pinned) -108

Lurgh decides to try a flurry of cold iron shurikens. Hopefully being immobilized by the monk would make things easier.

Attack (into melee): 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (14) + 8 + 1 - 4 = 19
Damage: 1d2 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 1 = 8

Attack (into melee): 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 8 + 1 - 4 = 8
Damage: 1d2 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 1 = 8

Attack (into melee): 1d20 + 3 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 3 + 1 - 4 = 7
Damage: 1d2 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 6 + 1 = 8

Glen Fiddich chuckles, a little embarrassed that he likes the div's sense of humor. "You're a funny one, Lady Div. Never caught your name. Any reason we should let you live?"

I can't think of one. The half-elf taps his toes, remaining hasted.

If/when she drops unconscious, Glen will stop firing his bow.

[dice=Darkwood Composite Longbow & Cold Iron Arrows, Heroism, Haste, Sacred Justice, Prayer, Bane; Damage, Bane, Sacred Destruction]d20+17;d8+10+2d6[/dice]
Darkwood Composite Longbow, Heroism, Haste, Sacred Justice, Prayer, Bane; Damage, Bane, Sacred Destruction: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (8) + 17 = 251d8 + 10 + 2d6 ⇒ (7) + 10 + (1, 1) = 19
Darkwood Composite Longbow, Heroism, Haste, Sacred Justice, Prayer, Bane; Damage, Bane, Sacred Destruction: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 231d8 + 10 + 2d6 ⇒ (2) + 10 + (6, 5) = 23

Glen does not have Precise Shot (-4 penalty), and Guang might still be providing the div cover (-4 penalty).
He's used 4/10 rounds of haste and 2 rounds of bane.

Adjusted map slightly to reflect how Guang would have wanted to land on the last turn. On my review of the grappling sequence, I'm pretty sure I still have to use an action to do the pin, I don't think it automatically maintains (just the base level of 'grappled' maintains). I could be wrong, but at this point it shouldn't really matter.

Now that he's back on the earth, Guang first of all tries to politely ignore the way the woman is rubbing herself over him...

Save: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (19) + 14 = 33

Move action to maintain the grapple and keep pin going: 1d20 + 29 ⇒ (17) + 29 = 46

Standard to auto-deal some smite-tastic unarmed damage: 2d6 + 14 ⇒ (1, 4) + 14 = 19

Guang headbutts the pinned div-- succinctly and with a crunch of a broken div nose. "Irori would know. I would know. Since you have not surrendered, I am afraid I must now destroy you."

Between the flurry of Arrows, and the finishing 'CRUNCH' of Guang's headbutt, the div finally goes still. As soon as she loses consciousness, the prostrate men on the prayer mats begin to blink and stir, rising up from the mats rubbing their eyes and heads.

Survival DC15: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (20) + 12 = 32

Glen stows his bow and retrieves his long, curved blade of starmetal. He squats down, examining the tracks on the ground. "It looks like a group of humanoids moved on from this position to the east. Maybe they left these people behind?"

He straightens up and speaks to the men recovering from the effects of the div's enchantments. "You lot, explain how you came to be here. Are you friends of the Sapphire Sage?"

Upon being addressed, the slowly recovering men jump a bit, before looking toward each other. They form a huddle, before an Older man steps forward. "At your service, for releasing us from hers. My name is Yemenz. Yemenez Tharn. These folks are comrades of mine, under the employ of the man you call the 'Sapphire Sage.' We were brought in as additional security to ensure that the Sage could retrieve what he was looking for." Thinking for a moment, he smiles widely. "In exchange for your help in leaving this mess, I would be more than willing to discuss the... Manner and extent of our employment?"

Milo curses. "Bloody prigs." he mutters.

Ignoring the men, he instead goes to examine the div lady, saying a quick arcane spell.

detect magic again, and look around for anything of note/value!

Knowledge (arcana): 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (2) + 15 = 17
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (11) + 17 = 28

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (16) + 13 = 29

detect magic again, and look around for anything of note/value!

Alas, she wasn't wearing a thing that was magical.

Glen eyes the motley group's informal leader. "Yemenez Tharn, please do explain; we'd love to hear what you have to say. Then I suggest you help us find Amenopheus, if for no better reason than to collect your wages."

He finds a few suitable vessels and creates alcohol. "Perhaps, some ale for you and your men will quench your thirst."

As he listens to the man tell his tale, the inquisitor uses his ability to discern lies.

Guang brushes the funk of the dead div from his person carefully, regarding the now-released men with his brows arching above his eyes in his round face. "Did Amenopheus really think so little of us? Were the comrades we met above more of your team?"

Nodding to Glen and Guang, Yemenez nods in agreement. "I do not mind the bit to drink, thank you kindly! We were hired in Manaket to help the 'Sapphire Sage' on a bit of an Adventure. Her said he was looking for treasure, and would happily pay for the additional assistance. We resupplied in a small building with symbols of purple smoke painted on the interior doors. We were all flown here by carpet, before we advanced farther toward the Citadel. Upon meeting that Dreadful Woman Shybbhala, the Sapphire Sage quickly escaped, asking that we deal with her." Yemenez offers a sheepish grin before continuing. "As you can see, that might not have been the wisest move. I hope that the Artifact that he seeks is of as much use to him in Almas as he desires. There has been much pain and loss of life in attempts for its retrieval."

Finally responding to Guang, Yemenez adds, "Yes, those above are some of my Compatriots. Did they give you much trouble? Will they be able to fight again?"

I revealed a bit more of the large map on the Slide. When you are ready to continue, let me know what you would like to investigate and we can proceed!

"Your friends are fine." Glen assures Yemenez Tharn, then he shakes his head. "Well, if you didn't see which way Amenopheus went, then I suppose it makes sense to search this place as methodically as possible."

Glen scans the region beyond this building and its courtyard. "Shall we start with that building to the southeast of here?"

Hard to pick any one location over another with the info we have so far.

Lead on.

Sorry for my silence! Busy work days.

"You noticed tracks, brother Glen-- perhaps we might be able to follow them further, as we find where Amenopheus has gone. I am beginning to have many questions for the Cobalt Collegiate."

Turning to the men they have freed, Guang says, "You are welcome to seek exit of your own if you wish, but the passage is dangerous; we came down by flight. Should you wish to await us we will help you leave when we exit."

Guang then ambles eastward at a comfortable gait, placing his large self between any dangers ahead and his companions.

Guang in the lead in the marching order; is it possible for us to track by the footprints?

Glen concentrates on the footprints he'd found, trying to [url=http://paizo.com/pathfinderRPG/prd/coreRulebook/skills/survival.html#survival] track them to where they lead. "I think I can follow these tracks."
Survival to Track: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (20) + 16 = 36

Sorry about Yesterday! Convention kicked my butt a -little- more than I was expecting, but two 9 hour drives over 3 days will do that to you

The footprints are fairly easy to follow, and lead to a low sloping hill, broken and blackened. The black rock steams with heat and bears strange contours as if it had run into its current shape like liquid before drying. Black fumes rise from a rent in the top of this low mound. A low roar belches from this tear in the earth, and bright flame and globs of magma erupt in a violent, crimson geyser.

Knowledge (nature): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (3) + 12 = 15
Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (8) + 13 = 21

Milo glares at the blackened landscape, unsure what to make of any of it. It is totally lost on the small gnome that its temperament is probably not unlike his own.

"Bleedin' hell." He mutters. "Granny it wants to glim us proper."

Question: How long did it take us to get to this point? Curious if his fly spell is still active.

Fly is Minutes per level, and a scroll is Minimum caster level, so 5 minutes? I would venture to say that it has been a bit longer than that when you take into account flying down the storm, fighting the dive, talking to the other mercenaries and getting here. Applied to all buffs, I'd say Minutes per level are probably gone, but 10 minutes and Hours wouldn't be.

Milo cast it himself, so it was 8 minutes worth. But ok, he's on foot again! =)

Knowledge (nature) DC20: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (19) + 16 = 35
Perception DC25: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (14) + 22 = 36

Glen observes the geyser, trying to gage its cycles. "Pretty sure it erupts every 30 seconds. Let's try to move past it right after its next blast."

Milo grumbles about Glen's plan, but says a quick warding spell in preparation.

Will cast resist energy (fire) on himself as they ready to go... cause I know his short legs are going to have him trailing behind! =)

Following Glen's timing it should go off in Rounds: 1d10 ⇒ 1 a few moments. As the eruption bursts from the crater, instead of splashing over the rocky ground, it solidifies into an angry face, with huge lumbering arms!

Initiative! Bold may go!
Milo
Guang
Glen Fiddich
Magman
Lurgh

The small gnome breaks into a long string of curses, as their attempt to bypass the magma flumes goes so sideways so quickly.

Knowledge (planes), Explorer: 1d20 + 12 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 12 + 3 = 25

The curses get even more colorful when he realizes the thing is obviously immune to fire.

He immediately starts to chant arcane words of power as flames once more ripple across his form. The intense heat from the lava and fissures seems to drawn away, and the flames shift from red-hot to icy blue cold.

With a final yell of defiance, he hurls his arms in a sweeping gesture, and the mass of blue flame flies across the cracked and parched landscape, to explode in a ball of cold flame around the elemental!

Well... this might hurt! Casting Empowered Fireball, converting the damage to cold with versatile evocation. So *1.5 for the empower... then times another 1.5 for the vulnerability to cold.

empowered firefrostball!: 10d6 + 14 ⇒ (2, 2, 6, 5, 4, 1, 6, 5, 6, 2) + 14 = 53 * 1.5 = 79 * 1.5 = 116 cold damage (reflex DC 22 for half)

"It's a greater magma elemental, made out of molten rock. They're not native to this plane!"

"It will absorb much of the physical damage we can do DR10/-. Its flaming fists can cause you to catch fire Burn 2d6 DC20."

Glen is awestruck by the gargantuan snowball the gnome just tossed at the creature.

Glen delays until he sees what apparent effect the powerful spell had on the creature.

"My goodness!" Guang says with wide eyes as the molten creature manifests.

Kn Planes: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

"How warm he looks, no?"

Guang touches the little ioun stone that orbits his head, and focuses himself momentarily before jogging forward to interpose himself between the elemental and his colleagues.

Standard to activate my spell-storing ioun stone that contains a shield spell, +4 AC to one minute; swift to spend a ki point to boost my AC for one round with another +4 dodge bonus. AC vs AOOs as I close with the elemental will be 35

"HELLO! Large fiery fellow, may I ask you to swing at me rather than my friends?" Guang says cheerfully. He doesn't actually expect the elemental to understand his words in the slightest, but hopefully the thing will respond to his posturing approach.

Woah! We're not messing around with this dude!
The Magma Man, after streaming up out of the earth catches Milos' fireIceball right in the face, its outer shell cracking and hardening as it lets out a wail combined with a sick hiss of hardening magma. Still resolute, it stands defiant, glaring at Milo!
Reflex: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Initiative! Bold may go!
Milo
Guang
Glen Fiddich
Magman -118
Lurgh

Glen calls out to Guang, "I'll take the magman's flank."

He clicks the heels of his boots of speed and beats feet toward the creature of molten lava and imbues his blade with the bane property, trying to dodge its long arms.
Acrobatics to avoid an AoO: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (19) + 13 = 32

+1 adamantine elven curve blade, heroism, Bane, flank, Power Attack; Damage: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (2) + 16 = 181d10 + 15 + 2d6 ⇒ (6) + 15 + (2, 4) = 27

Glen's Curve blade clanks uselessly off the back of the Magma-man. With a loud primal howl, it slips back into the ground, Provoking if you want to take it! almost as if merging with the stone itself.

Initiative! Bold may go!
Milo
Guang
Glen Fiddich
Magman -118
Lurgh

As the magman sinks back into the volcanic rock, Glen takes another swing at it.
+1 adamantine elven curve blade, heroism, haste, Bane, Outlank, Power Attack; Damage: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (9) + 18 = 271d10 + 15 + 2d6 ⇒ (6) + 15 + (1, 6) = 28

Sadly, elementals aren't subject to flanking :( . As for my AOO:

Punch! with power attack: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29
Damage: 2d6 + 10 ⇒ (4, 6) + 10 = 20

Planer amulet of mighty fists ignores the first 5 points of DR that an outsider possesses

Guang takes his chance at a hit, cracking the elemental in the jaw as it tries to flee, and then trying to shake his hand off before it can light afire.

Reflex: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22

Lurgh draws a rod and readies a magic missile should it appear again.

Magic Missile: 5d4 + 10 ⇒ (4, 1, 4, 4, 1) + 10 = 24

Guang's solid strike cracks some of the stone plating formed from the Ice-ball. Glen's anticipation of some... Evasive Maneuvers on the part of the Magma-Man were overthought, as the curve blade doesn't quite cut into the tough outer crust to the gooey magma center.

Initiative! Bold may go!
Lurgh -Readied MM upon Arrival of the MagmaMan-
Milo
Guang
Glen Fiddich
Magman -133 Unflankable, Uncritable, Off the map?

Milo looks around, angrily, as the creature retreats beneath the lava flow. He tries to work out how far it might move and how quickly it might get there, but eventually just snarls in annoyance.

He follows Lurgh's lead, ready to blast it should it show its molten head.

Readying, to cast defensively, in case it shows up in reach. Tossing a magic missile as well, if it's still up after Lurgh's.

Defensive Casting vs DC 17: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (16) + 16 = 32

Magic Missile: 5d4 + 5 + 4 + 5 ⇒ (3, 1, 1, 3, 2) + 5 + 4 + 5 = 24 force damage.

Glen looks around the rocky ground, ready to swing again at the magma elemental if it resurfaces within his reach.
Readied Attack - +1 adamantine elven curve blade, heroism, haste, Bane, Power Attack; Damage: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (16) + 14 = 301d10 + 15 + 2d6 ⇒ (2) + 15 + (4, 3) = 24

(Been having trouble with WiFi at my hospice on the Sea of Galilee. Maybe it will be better in Bethlehem tomorrow evening.)

I didn't bother rolling a concentration check as I can't fail to cast a level 1 spell defensively.

Guang gazes down at where the creature has fled, and shakes off a few lingering drops of magma from his fist. "Do you suppose it will return?"

Delay

Well, I had a post here. Hmm.
A moment later, a giant fist erupts from the ground, aimed right for Milo's face. Lurgh's missile erupts through the arm, causing the previously chilled stone to erupt in a blast of gravel and dust, covering Milo in dust and soot. And that ends initiative!

Glen notices with barely any effort DC 15, so take 1? The footprints lead off toward the eastern wall of the chamber, its pinnacle stretching into the energy storm and scraping the vault’s roof. The collapsed halls of the citadel form an arched corridor, slowly climbing through the vast rubble pile that was once the impressive and impenetrable building.

As you proceed through the darkened corridors, a strange, almost musical sound echoes through the darkened halls. The darkness slowly gives way to a dim light, as the temperature slowly rise to a humid and sweltering degree. A shallow fire pit burns in the center of the room, illuminating the darkness with glowing coals. A large lidded clay jar quivers, almost as if containing a captive yearning to escape.

Sitting, lazily in the center of the pit, casually playing an eerily hollow sounding set of pipes is a scarlet reptilian figure, with a large toothy grin.
"Greetings, foreigners. Welcome to the immortal halls of the Cruelest Cut, the almighty Achistem B’rith. He is an avatar of the mighty Ahriman, his name be blessed forever. He separates mortals from the divine and leaves them to wallow in their own meaninglessness. Be welcome and know despair, for whoever intrudes upon the holy grounds of Achistem B’rith must choose; bow before the almighty Cruelest Cut or face the wrath of the great destroyer!"

After his proclamation, the beast resumes playing on the pan pipes, lazily flicking his tail across the coals.

As Milo spits out bits of ash and dust, his mood does not seem to improve much... even though it is not the first time he's had a mouth full of soot. Though with nothing left to take his anger out on, the flames running up his arms start to fade by the time they move on.

Knowledge (planes): 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17 (Bah! Well, at least the plane of origin is a bit of a clue on what to avoid... well that and the fact it's sitting in a fire pit =))

Milo swears at the sight of the salamander in the pit.

"More carked bludgers sharped to glim?" He growls. "And a barmy gull choker alongside?"

He swears again.

"Grannied that Ahriman git was partial to genies ..." He gestures in annoyance at the salamander. "... not that."

had to do a search on Ahriman to see if Milo had learned anything on him yet... and I had! =)

Planes?: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12 sad trombone

Guang glances at the quivering jar, then back to the salamander. "Another servant of Ahriman offered the chance to bow as well. I declined then. As I must now. Please, bring your great destroyer, yes?"

Knowledge (planes) with Monster Lore: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 15

Glen spares a glance at the gibberish-spouting gnome. I'm sure his mother must have loved him, but I can't understand a freakin' word the runt utters. Goblins speak clearer Taldane.

The inquisitor shares an exasperated look with Guang, shakes his head and shrugs.

"Milo, my friend, if you'll indulge us, can you tell us what manner of creature this flaming red lizardman is? In words mere mortals might comprehend?"

To the creature at the fire next to the quivering jar, the half-elf says, "Bowing to your master doesn't suit us."

Glen holds his elven curve blade ready, leaving no room for doubt.

New map?

You couldn't roll a 2 or more? =)
I just barely made the DC myself. Though the GM didn't explicitly mention type, I assume that info came with the base DC?
Note sure how to best say: outsider (fire) in Miloese... hmmm

Milo looks back at Glen, scowling.

"Git's a carked salamander." He growls, shrugging slightly.

"Planar scurf, like that last nobbler." He adds, waving absently back the way they came. "Dabbin' up the glim."

dunno if that was much better =)

While they're standing there, Guang will try and detect evil on both the salamander and the jar, if he can

Hasn't anyone told you. Bowing to the gods is not just frowned upon here, it is against the law.

Milo lets out a snort of amusement, at Lurgh's comment.

Forgot for a moment we were still in Rahadoum! =)

Sorry guys, Mother-in-Law was in the hospital, and got out today. I've been cleaning and getting her place ready for her to come home.

Guang, the Snake man detects as evil, but at this point let's roll some initiative!

"Ah, it is a shame. Achistem B’rith! Please enjoy as your Humble Servant Calipharo flenses the flesh from their skin!" Playing an incredibly Eerie note, the Serpentine figure overwhelms you with a sense of panic. Will Save (Fear)! DC 16 or become Panicked!

After playing his note, he slaps the side of the jar with his tail, cracking open the lid!

Just an instant later, a small horned head appears next to Guang, biting with nasty tearing teeth! Bite: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22 Would that hit your Flat Footed AC from an Invisible Attacker?

Initiative! Bold may go!
Calipharo
Div Blue
Glen Fiddich
Milo
Lurgh
Guang

(My flat-footed AC is 25 (+7 from monk/wisdom, which remains even if I'm flatfooted; +4 from mage armor; +1 insight from ioun stone; +1 deflection, +2 natural armor = 25) , so no, I don't think so. Its being invisible should give it a +2 (unless you figured it in already), but that would only take it to 24, so I make it out by a hair. Yay ioun stone!)

Will save: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (4) + 13 = 17

Lurgh seems completely unmoved by the tone.

Lurgh is immune to fear.

[dice=Will Save DC16 (with Solo Tactics/Shake It Off teamwork feat)]d20+13+3[/dice]

Glen hears the sound of teeth snapping shut next to Guang's face, but he doesn't see anything. The inquisitor casts see invisibility. What is that thing?
Knowledge (?) + Monster Lore: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6 (Knowledge bonuses: Religion +9, Arcana/Dungeoneering/Nature/Planes +10, Local +11)

Glen has a move and a swift action remaining, but he will wait till he's identified the invisible creature.