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

Game Master Korolan

Hmm.. my first instinct was to nuke the entire top of the tower! But now I can't see where Guang and Glen have gotten to...
Can one use selective metamagic if you can't see the folks to avoid?

The flame still burning brightly in his hand, Milo starts to curse loudly, as he finds his view of their foe blocked by the magical fog.

The string of invectives is both inventive and, you suspect, anatomically impossibly.

He then starts to intone another arcane spell, glaring up at the roils of fog with malice.

He will attempt to dispel the fog cloud. CL check: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

GM, if it's cool with you, since several players' actions took into account Glen's movement, I'll forego the actions to activate and stow my wand of shield of faith. With your approval, I'll leave Glen in the fog-enshrouded space he currently occupies. Hopefully, that avoids the need for any other ret-cons.

what recons? Everything's flowing normally! =)

This space is confusing for everyone, players and GM. Just trying to limit any additional confusion that Glen (and I) might cause. Not complaining, we're all trying our best.

Yup, that's fine. I swear the rest of the map is a lot easier to deal with after this! I already talked with Prophet, I'll be botting him for a bit so just waiting on Lurgh.

Did the fog go away? That might help his decision...

Waiting to see if the fog is still there. I too considered nuking the top of the tower with a fireball, but the creature could have moved after casting the fog cloud, so I couldn't be sure on targeting. I also thought about casting fly and going up, but the creature could just descend into the fog on its next turn and I'd never find it.

Yes, that does dispel the fog

If Lurgh can see the creature and fireball him without hitting allies, he does so.

fire: 9d6 + 21 ⇒ (5, 6, 6, 5, 1, 1, 5, 1, 1) + 21 = 52 DC 17 half.

If not, he casts fly and starts moving up. (Speed 60).

Ref: 1d20 ⇒ 18
Prophet fire bolt: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 281d6 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9

The Prophet send a bolt of fire at the creature as Glen and Guang rush up the stairs. Milo disperses of the magical fog just in time for Lurgh to send a ball of fire at the stalker, though it manages to shield itself using the stairs just enough to avoid the worst of it. Despite being heavily outnumbered, the undead stalker rushes at Glen and draws blood with its blade. Glen notices the wound oozes a bit of green, but doesn't seem to be affected by it.

Attack vs Glen: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (17) + 15 = 321d6 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Glen Fort: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29

Round 2/3

Milo
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Dark stalker skeletal champion (-50)
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Prophet
Glen (-5)
Guang
Lurgh

Lurgh fires several bolts of force at the creature.

Magic Missile: 5d4 + 10 ⇒ (1, 2, 4, 2, 4) + 10 = 23

Milo moves up the stairs a small distance... though its more like climbing for him.

In frustration, he flings another small flaming missile up at the skeletal creature.

Ranged Touch: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20, for 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11 damage.

(produce flame, 9 minutes remaining)

The fire reforms in his hand once more.

Glen decides the undead creature deserves the bane of his elven curve blade.
Swift action: Undead bane
Full round action: Attack twice.
1st Attack, PA, Bane: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (17) + 11 = 281d10 + 15 ⇒ (7) + 15 = 222d6 ⇒ (5, 4) = 9
Crit!? Confirm: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31
Crit Damage: 1d10 + 15 ⇒ (6) + 15 = 21
Iterative Attack, PA, Bane: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 71d10 + 15 ⇒ (1) + 15 = 16 Miss
Total damage = 52

Guang keeps jogging, being slower than Glen.

Think I have to double move to get up to the top of the stairs since difficult terrain

Lurgh blasts the wretched creature with bolts of arcane energy, as Milo hurls another ball of flame. The skeletal stalker slumps to the ground, and Glen cleaves it in half with his blade, to be certain that it never rises again, though when he does, the body combusts in a flash of white hot flame.

Death throes: 3d6 ⇒ (1, 5, 1) = 7 DC 14 Reflex for half, only hits Glen

Out of combat!

A search through the detritus at the bottom of the shaft uncovers several things: the apparatus and equipment of both a torture chamber and alchemist’s lab (now completely corroded and useless), the iconography of a shrine to Norgorber, and the broken remains of a large, ornate hourglass lying next to a chair set with manacles and hinged to allow its occupant to be dunked beneath the water in one of the catch basins for the sea inlets.

As the skeletal guardian falls, and explodes, Milo frowns for a moment, then starts back up the stairs, cursing the entire time at their steepness.

"Carked risers." He growls finally, upon reaching the top, panting heavily from the effort.

He looks at all the torture equipment with a frown. "Bleedin' guests gettin' nobbled for sure." He observes. "Tea with the pigs."

"Slum dive, this." He adds, as he starts looking around. "Ain't seen light in eons though."

Perception: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (14) + 13 = 27

He points out the small stash hidden in among the old casks and bottles, though pockets the scroll for himself.

Reflex DC14: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21 3 damage
Perception DC23: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (3) + 17 = 20 Fails to notice anything else.
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8 21 charges remaining in this wand. Still have a topped-off backup.
"Well done, Lurgh and Milo." Gear smoking, Glen draws his wand of cure light wounds and activates it, healing his wounds from the death stalker's blade and its death throes. He reloads his wrist sheaths with the wands of shield of faith and cure light wounds.
"This place has witnessed much evil, it's certain. Did the rest of you find anything interesting?
He looks over the items the gnome discovered. "You guys mind if I hang onto the bottle of neutralize poison? That was a close call with the death stalker."
Glen looks around for the low-profile Prophet. "Brother, you want this incense of meditation? Powerful stuff."

Guang slows his jog as the enemy is quickly dealt with, bowing to his colleagues. "Well done, yes! I see I shall have to be faster. Take what you see fit, brother Glen."

Exiting the dark stairwell, you find yourself entering a storeroom from what would have been a secret door. Dozens of barrels stand stacked against the far wall of this unoccupied storeroom, while many more are strewn about haphazardly on the floor. Something on the floor near the western door glints with silver. Oddly, Lurgh swears he can hear the faint sound of breathing coming from within one of the barrels, and Milo thinks he may have even heard a slight cough.

"We got beef in lavender." Milo says suddenly, looking about with a suspicious scowl. He points towards one of the nearby barrels, the flame flaring up brightly in his other hand.

Following Milo's finger, Glen takes a position next to the barrel, and readies to strike, if the creature within tries to attack.
He signals to Guang to move into a flanking position on the other side of the barrel, and makes an "open it" gesture. He holds his elven curve blade ready in both hands.
Readied Attack, Outflank, Precise Strike, PA--if triggered: 1d20 + 9 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 9 + 4 = 221d10 + 13 + 1d6 ⇒ (5) + 13 + (1) = 19

I am back, and thank you for botting me.

Salubri moves over as well, and as soon as the others are ready, quickly lifts the lid.

Lurgh gets ready to blast anything that pops up hostile.

Guang nods at Glen and moves quickly into position on the other side of the barrel, ready to grab things if needed.

As Prophet prepares to lift the lid off, a voice yells out from within. "They've spotted us, attack!" Men pop out from barrels all around the room, many more than you expected, and get the jump on the Pathfinders. Glen immediately buries his blade into the shoulder of the human in front of him, who tries to retaliate with a dagger punch, but the wound throws off his aim. The Prophet and Lurgh both fend off surprise dagger strikes themselves, as a pair of attackers pop out of the barrels near them. Another one bursts through one in the corner to toss a blade at Milo, but he dodges it easily and it clanks off the wall. Suddenly, two more seem to appear out of thin air, trying to strike with their daggers but neither has any luck.

Red vs Glen: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 171d4 + 4 + 3d6 ⇒ (4) + 4 + (5, 2, 3) = 18
Orange vs Prophet: 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 6 + 2 = 161d4 + 4 + 3d6 ⇒ (4) + 4 + (2, 3, 6) = 19
Green vs Lurgh: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 91d4 + 4 + 3d6 ⇒ (2) + 4 + (4, 2, 1) = 13

Targets:L, P, M, G: 3d4 ⇒ (3, 1, 3) = 7
Blue vs Milo: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 91d4 + 3 + 3d6 ⇒ (3) + 3 + (1, 3, 3) = 13
Yellow vs Lurgh: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 151d4 + 4 + 3d6 ⇒ (4) + 4 + (4, 2, 3) = 17
Purple vs Milo: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 131d4 + 4 + 3d6 ⇒ (3) + 4 + (4, 5, 3) = 19

Round 1

Smugglers (Red, -19)
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Lurgh
Prophet
Glen
Milo
Guang

That's a lot of bad rolls, they couldn't even hit the squishy caster!

Just for the record, how does the party, minus Lurgh, feel about fireball friendly fire?

Worried that such sneaky creatures might be able to evade his flames, Lurgh decides to revert to his martial arts training.

Starting with red. If red drops mid flurry, change to green using a Stunning Fist on the first attack vs green (Fort DC 16). If red drops, 5-foot into his square at the end of my flurry (if possible).

Primary Attack 1: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (5) + 14 = 19
Damage: 1d6 + 10 ⇒ (1) + 10 = 11

Primary Attack 2: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (11) + 14 = 25
Damage: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

Secondary Attack: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (18) + 9 = 27
Damage: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

careful what you wish for =)
I apologize ahead of time for this... but Milo is kind of fueled by anger ... and someone tried to stab him!

Milo starts swearing, as one of the men hops out and tries to shank him... he is quite obviously furious, not even trying to get out of the way, as he stares up at the larger man and starts shouting at him in orcish.

cast defensively: 1d20 + 14 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 14 + 4 = 37

The fire from the flame in his hand bursts to life, small tendrils running up his arm, and suddenly, the curses in orc change... until he is shouting arcane phrases in draconic, as he holds up the silver rod in the other hand.

The flame continues to move up his arm, then spreads across his entire torso, until it looks like he's entirely on fire. Then, with one final shout, the flames flash outwards in a fiery conflagration, filling almost the entire room. Everyone is suddenly surrounded by a raging inferno!

Fire is everywhere... yet it seems to flow around the four other pathfinders and Agosa, barely licking at the edges of their clothing before swirling past.

Milo would have been nice, but the man tried to knife him!
Casting intensified fireball, using his selective metamagic rod to exclude 6 targets... aka: 5 pathfinders, plus our healer charge.
Put a 20' radius template on the map, the X marks the intersection he's centering it on

Once the flames clear, the Pathfinders will find themselves, surprisingly unharmed... though the same can not be said for the attackers... or the room.

Milo, the flame now just in his hand again, seemingly no worse for wear, spits on the ground and growls. "Prigs."

intensified fireball (CL 12): 12d6 + 28 ⇒ (2, 4, 5, 4, 2, 4, 2, 4, 5, 2, 1, 1) + 28 = 64 fire damage (DC 21 reflex for half)

Still might destroy most of the furniture... and maybe the door... he's not thinking straight =)

edit: oops, used d4's instead of d6s... corrected.

12d4?

oops! corrected, thanks! Only 2 points below average now.

Without even turning around, Salurbi catches the man's punching dagger thrust between his ribs and elbows, deflecting the blow as he shoots his other elbow backwards towards the thug's nose.

Unarmed Strike <Stunning Fist> vs Orange: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16
Non-Lethal: 1d8 ⇒ 8 + Fort DC 19 or be Stunned 1 Round

Lurgh unleashes a pair of fists that drop the one with the red pants, and follows it up with a knockout punch to the one with the green bandana, though he manages to take the hit and keep on fighting. Milo, enraged about being attacked, fills the room with flame frm top to bottom. Two manage to use their barrels for cover, somehow avoiding the fire altogether, while three others aren't so lucky, now nothing more than piles of ash.

Round 1

Smugglers (Green, -9)
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Lurgh
Prophet
Glen
Milo
Guang

Only green and blue left. Prophet, you can change your action since orange is a charcoal briquette now.

These smugglers look human to me." Glen grants his blade the bane property.
He swings his elven curve blade in two lightning fast strokes at the green smuggler.
Attack, PA, Bane: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 141d10 + 15 + 2d6 ⇒ (5) + 15 + (5, 5) = 30
Attack, PA, Bane: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 121d10 + 15 + 2d6 ⇒ (6) + 15 + (3, 3) = 27
"Surrender, smuggler, or I won't miss the next time."

As the fire clears and only two of the attackers remain standing, while all the Pathfinders remain unscathed, Milo glares at the man in the corner.

"Just try ta shank me..." He growls, one fist balled. "I dare ya."

I'd roll an intimidate, if I had an extra action! =)

"Goodness," Guang says after Milo's brutal wave of flame has nearly cleared the room entirely. "That was... certainly impressive, brother Milo."

He jogs forward to one of the few remaining men and envelops him in a friendly bear hug. "As brother Glen says, you would be wise to surrender just now."

Grapple blue: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (1) + 18 = 19

Guang somehow fails to grab hold of his quarry and blinks in confusion, then adopts a slightly defensive stance. Entering snapping turtle style

I'll do the same action above, 5ft stepping over to flank against Green.

Unarmed Strike <Stunning Fist> vs Orange Green: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 + 2 = 18
Non-Lethal: 1d8 ⇒ 8 + Fort DC 19 or be Stunned 1 Round

Fort: 1d20 ⇒ 9

The rogue is shiftier than Glen expects, and he manages to dodge both swings from his blade. But he's too busy ducking from the inquisitor's sword to see the Prophet take a step behind him and clock him upside the head, dropping his dagger in surprise. Guang tries to wrangle the smuggler in the corner, but trips on a piece of charred barrel instead. The man retaliates with a strike from his small blade, drawing a bit of blood.

Blue vs Guang: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 261d4 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Confirm: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 201d4 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Round 2

Smugglers (Green, -9, -8NL, Stunned)
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Lurgh
Prophet
Glen
Milo
Guang (-5)

Figuring it won't be long, Lurgh works to subdue green.

Nonlethal flurry of blows

Attack: 1d20 + 14 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 14 + 2 + 2 = 22
Damage: 1d6 + 10 ⇒ (5) + 10 = 15

Attack: 1d20 + 14 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 14 + 2 + 2 = 30
Damage: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

Attack: 1d20 + 9 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 9 + 2 + 2 = 26
Damage: 1d6 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

Glen sighs when the smuggler refuses to surrender. With grim determination, he swings his blade at the smuggler before him.
Attack, PA, Bane: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 291d10 + 15 + 2d6 ⇒ (8) + 15 + (6, 6) = 35
Crit?: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22
Crit Damage: 1d10 + 15 ⇒ (2) + 15 = 17
Attack, PA, Bane: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 251d10 + 15 + 2d6 ⇒ (10) + 15 + (1, 1) = 27
Total Damage = 79

Forgot to roll to confirm the Iterative crit threat.
Iterative Crit?: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Crit Damage: 1d10 + 15 ⇒ (8) + 15 = 23

Lurgh knocks out the stunned smuggler with ease, who falls to the ground unconscious. Glen moves over to dispatch the final attacker, and cleaves his head off at the shoulders with a single blow.

Out of combat!

Upon searching the bodies, you find the following on each of them

Glen turns to their contact, all trace of humor gone. "How fare you, Masur the Ill-Favored? Do you know these smugglers? They were prepared to ambush us. Why?"

"Brother Agosa, see if any of this gear is better than your own, and consider using what you can. The leather armor is enchanted, and that's a fine buckler and club. Anyone need the healing potion? If not, perhaps Agosa should carry it."

Glen looks over the remaining gear. "Gents, take what you can use. These smugglers won't need it anymore. I'd like to hang on to one of these potions of invisibility. We can stow the rest of the gear in our rucksacks. We might need it later."

He looks at the unconscious smuggler at Lurgh's feet. "Nicely done, Brother. What do we do with him now? We could bind and gag him securely with whatever we can scrounge in this storeroom. Should buy us enough time to get out of here."

He grins at Milo. "'Course, somewhat might have noticed Milo's well-timed blast. We probably need to get moving."

"Masur the Ill-Favored, where are those camels?"

Masur didn't come in with us, did he? He left once we entered the secret passage down by the water cave I thought.

Masur didn't come in with us, did he? He left once we entered the secret passage down by the water cave I thought.

No he did not. And while it's a nice idea to give Agosa some equipment, he literally doesn't have stats.

Guang looks at his own injury in mild surprise and retrieves a wand from his pack to ease the little twinge of pain. CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

"It is a pity we took none of them alive for questioning," he murmurs. He looks around to make sure none of the men are somehow still breathing.

Heal to check for signs of life?: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11

So there's 6 potions of CMW, or one?

Didn't we? Both Lurgh and I did Non-lethal Damage to Green.

Once the threat has passed, Salubri will quickly move about the room, seeing if any of them are still alive and might be saved.

Heal Check: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (4) + 9 = 13
Heal Check: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26
Heal Check: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29
Heal Check: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20
Heal Check: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11
Heal Check: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14
I don't remember how many there where.

Only 2 survived the vaporization event =)

"Lurgh's opponent lies unconscious at his feet, knocked out by his fearsome fists of fury."

My mother was concerned that my father's temperament would be in my blood. She sent me to live in a monastery to learn how to control it. I learned a few other useful things along the way.