GM Turmoil's MotFF (Inactive)

Game Master ckelley83

Miss: 1d8 ⇒ 2

Ren, Freydis, and Cork, all see the swarm and decide it best to avoid if possible. Murdoth tosses a flask of acidic liquid as the mass of bats approaches, but it misses, hitting the wall instead. Zandu tries to use a piece of rubble to crush the bats and send them scattering, but has no more luck than the warpriest. The swarm of bats flies up to Murdoth and Remmy, and though the ratfolk strikes a few with his claws, they are both bit several times in return.

Damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2
Both need to make a DC 11 Fortitude save or be nauseated.

Round 2

Renardagnan
Freydis
Murdoth (-2, bleeding)
Zandu
Remmy (-2, bleeding)
Cork
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Bats (-1)

A DC 10 Heal check or spell that cures HP damage is needed to stop the bleeding.

"Be quick and run through! I'll slam the door on them!"

Freydis moves up to the door and prepares to close it.

Move: Move 15 ft to doorway
Move Action: Ready Action to close door when everyone is through

Fort Save vs DC 11: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16

Seeing the utter failure of her throw and hearing Freydis's call, Murdoth dashes back into the room. Once through she pops her wand of cure light wounds out of the wrist sheath and quickly heals herself.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

fort save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7Poop.

Remmy's stomach rolls as he's hit in the nose with something he'd probably rather not think about. He dashes through the door at Freydis's call, resisting the urge to vomit as he holds his hands over his nose and mouth.

Renardagnan runs inside.

"Nasty bites, and no honorr on fighting tiny bats" he complains.

Cork sees the swarm moving towards him and realizes that he will soon be cornered. He rushes back into the room that held the skeletons. "Go ahead and close the door, once we're all in here."

Does the central staircase continue up?

Zandu hesitates slightly, torn between wanting to deal with the threat and moving on with his companions. Ultimately, he joins the rest of the group in going back through the door. "Hope nobody else disturbs them after us. Dangerous creatures."

"Maybe if we give them some time they will fly away into the night sky. Then we could return and search the rest of the room for our friend."

Murdoth fumbles with her bandages attempting to stop Remmy's bleeding

Heal vs DC 10: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

This is getting ridiculous....

The Pathfinders decide that they are not well prepared to fight the swarming mass of bats, and retreat back through the secret door, which Freydis slams shut. Remmy stands in the room, hands on his knees, as he recovers from his short bout of nausea, though the wounds still continue to bleed.

Out of combat!

So Remmy took 1 point of bleed damage on his turn, and will continue to bleed until healed. The nauseated condition was only for 1 round so that has ended.

@ Cork: Yes, the stairs continued up.

Murdoth takes a moment regroup, and takes another shot at stopping Remmy's bleeding.

Heal Check vs DC 10: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Seriously, not funny anymore..

heal: 1d20 ⇒ 12

Remmy takes a deep breath and then regains control of himself. Once he does he gently takes the bandages from Murdoth and patches up the bleeding cuts.

T-t-thank you for the b-bandages.

Once he does so he hisses a bit in annoyance.

I do n-not like b-being b-bested by those f-flying... f-fuzzy d-daggers! Think t-they are still there?

"I imagine that they will settle down in a bit. Do any of you have anything that can attack them?" Cork leans against the wall, still recovering from the shock of seeing so many bats.

"Or we can continue up the stairs."

"Do any of you have the ability to see in the dark? Perhaps look through the keyhole to see of they are gone?"

"I can attack them, with some better aim. Vile creatures, but they squish like any others." He shrugs, seeming more than willing to follow along with whatever the others decide.

"Ourr frriend didn't seem to be therre. Bats can take that rroom, they arre no trrouble."

Renardagnan again looks at his rapier, then at the closed door. He shrugs, and moves away.

"I agree with Renardagnan," Freydis pants after slamming the door shut. "If he is in there, he is dead. From the look of Remmy's bites, they are ravenously hungry."

Once the ratfolk's wounds are bandaged, Freydis speaks. "I do have a few ways to deal with the bats, but I have no guarantee that some of you won't be eaten in the process."

She pulls out a pungent smelling vial. When she opens the cork, the acrid scent is even stronger. She douses her armor with the repellent and rubs it onto her exposed skin.

"I would counsel continuing on up the stairs."

Vermin Repellent: 4 hour duration, DC 15 Fortitude for swarms to enter her square, and vermin will choose alternative targets if available before attacking her.

A side effect is that Remmy can track Freydis at a greater range.

Remmy pinches his nose.

PHEW! That is p-pungent! If you'd like, I c-can hold open the d-door for you, so if you need to run I can s-slam it s-shut again.

The little ratman really does look rather angry.

I'm g-gonna have b-bat stew t-tonight. N-Nobody eats Remmy! Remmy does the eating!

You get the feeling the ratling might have taken the bleeding bites a little bit personally.

"So Remmy? You want to go in there and attack the bats?" Cork gestures towards the door with a look of disgust on his face. "I'm not sure I would follow you."

"We can't be sure the bats won't all flood inside here if we open the door. And I can't be sure that I'll hit them with my oil flasks."

Remmy pouts and sighs.

I hate s-sensibility. It puts such a d-damper on things. I am willing to c-continue if you don't want to kill the b-bats. Let's go.

"Remember Remmy, we've got to come back down. Maybe we'll find something up there," Cork points up, "that will help us." Cork strides towards the door. Then he stops and changes direction. "By the way, did anyone take the time to look at these alters? I know we were distracted with the skeletons." Cork casts detect magic at the alter closest to him, the white one.

"No, I took these scrolls. I could not decipher them, though." She offers the scrolls of shield other and shatter to Cork.

"I think it is best if we get moving. Who knows what is going on while we discuss bats. Perhaps they are doing this merely to distract us."

Murdoth moves towards the staircase and leads the way to the fourth floor. She mutters a few words of prayer to her god and pushed through the door.

Casting resistance before entering the room

Freydis repeats her own prayer and follows Murdoth. "Hopefully, since we've awoken them, they will have flown off through the opening in the wall by the time we return, and we can search the room without risking your soft hide, Remmy."

Remmy follows behind, mumbling about "Buttered Bat, Barbeque Bat, Basted Bat..."

Sorry for the delay, turned out to be a very busy weekend for me.

After some discussion, the decision is made to leave the bats alone for now and continue up the tower. The group proceeds up the stairs to another door, but this time it is unlocked. As soon as you open it you see crude bunks line the walls of this room, which is filled with the nauseating stench of troglodytes. You quickly realize why, as there are three more lizardmen, just like the others, resting on several of the beds.

Round 1

Murdoth
Cork
Freydis
Remmy
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Red
Blue
Yellow
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Zandu
Renardagnan

Freydis and Ren need to make a DC 11 Fortitude save or be sickened. Everyone else passed the save in the previous fight with the troglodytes and is immune to it for the day.

"More of you foul beasts? Die and rid this realm of your putrid smell."

Murdoth mutters as she moves to attack one of the troglodytes

Attack vs FFAC: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Fortitude: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

Freydis grimaces as the stench fills the stairwell, but she manages to withstand the sensory assault with greater fortitude this time. The Ulfen woman marches into the room and readies her spear to meet any attacker.

Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7OH come on!

Remmy's eyes well up again as he runs up to one of the lizards.

"S-stinky F-foul N-nasty..." He trails off into random hisses and shouts that your pretty sure are curses. He slashes at the one he ran up to with his claw.

Claw: 1d20 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (5) + 3 - 2 = 6

That smell is just to much for the poor rat...

@ Remmy: You passed the save earlier so you're immune to it for the day.

oh, cool. They still stink. :p but I don't think a 8 hit instead of 6 will help.

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"I know that smell!" Cork exclaims as soon as the door is open. He sees Remmy head towards one of the troglodytes and draws his cutlass. Once he is within arm's reach he swings at it.

cutlass: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Wow. Two ones.

Murdoth moves into the room and quickly cuts down one of the troglodytes before it's even able to stand up. Cork attempts to do the same, but trips on a loose floor board and buries his blade into the bed corner. As Freydis moves in and readies her spear, Remmy swipes a claw at one of the creatures but only gets air. As he sees his companion felled by Murdoth's blade, the lizardman with the blue pants makes a dash for the door and turns the knob, while the other swings its club at Remmy, though he easily dodges it.

Attack vs Remmy: 1d20 ⇒ 121d4 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0

Cork, Remmy and Freydis may all take an AoO vs blue as it runs by.

Round 1/2

Murdoth
Cork (AoO)
Freydis (AoO)
Remmy (AoO)
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Red
Blue
Yellow
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Zandu
Renardagnan (need Fortitude save still)

Freydis misses as she thrusts her spear at the charging troglodyte, but when it runs past her, she takes advantaged and stabs at its flank.

Spear, AOO: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 41d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

...missing embarassingly. Undaunted, she strikes again.

Spear: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 51d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

So cruel, o dice.

Murdoth seeing the blue Troglodyte move towards the door, moves to intercept it before it can escape. "Not so fast there lizard breath."

Scimitar vs AC: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24
Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

Zandu steps into the room, and fires his coin at the nearest lizardman still standing.

Attack, PBS: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 4 + 1 = 20
Damage, PBS: 1d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 4 + 1 = 11

Remmy takes a swing at blue as he runs by...

Claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
Damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

getting in a good slash before returning his attention to his target, leaping on the lizard man in a flurry of claws and tail.

Claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 18
Damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Claw: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Tail: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (20) - 1 = 19
Damage: 1d2 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Excessive Tail Crit attempt:
Tail: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (8) - 1 = 7
Damage: 1d2 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

I would take an Aoo but I think that the others probably finished off the poor blue trog. But just in case there is still some life in it I'll take a swing at it.

Cork pulls the tip of his blade out of the wooden bed frame just in time to take a swipe at the troglodyte running by.

cutlass: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Renardagnan enters the room after his companions, but is overwhelmed by the stench again.

"Ghasd! Don'd dhey ever badhe?" he asks, holding his nose.

He runs to block the blue-pant lizard man, stabbing at its belly.

"No rrunning away, dishonorrable dhing!"

As the lizardman ran for the door, he managed to dodge a spearhead and a blade, but not a small rat claw. Despite bleeding profusely, he was just able to reach the door and open it, a moment before Murdoth cut him down with her blade. Zandu's coin strikes the other troglodyte right in the throat, leaving it gasping for air on the floor, as Renardagnan gasps for fresh air of his own. You now realize the reason behind the trog's sprint for the door, and a larger, more muscular lizardman steps through the door and swings his club at the first thing he sees.

1d3 ⇒ 2

Attack vs Freydis: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 191d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Round 2/3

Murdoth
Cork
Freydis (-5)
Remmy
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Purple
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Zandu
Renardagnan (sickened)

Remmy takes a small step towards the new target, claws reaching to rip out his eyes and worse as his tail snaps through the air, the deadly blade flicking dangerously as he flanks his opponent.

claw: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 4 + 2 = 11
damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

claw: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 2 = 9
damage: 1d4 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

tail: 1d20 - 1 + 2 ⇒ (12) - 1 + 2 = 13
damage: 1d2 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

The smell must really be getting to him though, as he flails rather wildly.

"Ah!"

Freydis stabs at the larger troglodyte as she maneuvers back behind Murdoth and Renardagnan.

Spear: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 191d1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

She lifts her arm and bites onto a leather cord, tugging it with her head to tighten it and slow the flow of blood from the wound on her arm.

"Get behind me Freydis. I'll provide you some protection." Murdoth yells as she takes up a defensive position, and strikes out with her scimitar.

Fighting Defensively: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Damage: 1d6 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10

AC now at 20

"A commanderr, perrhaps? Dhis is gread! Engage! Renardagnan shouts, excited. He stabs at the enemy, helped by Remmy's distracting actions. In the heat of the battle, he follows the stab with a frenzied bite.

"This one, he looks tired. Perhaps a nap for him?" As he says this, the pillow off the bed at his feet goes soaring quickly between Freydis and Murdoth, striking the new arrival.
Attack, PBS: 1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 4 + 1 = 24
Damage, PBS: 1d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 4 + 1 = 6

Cork sees the new troglodyte step into the room and turns towards it. He reaches his left hand towards it and a ray of frost shoots towards it. Then he takes a quick step towards it and swings his cutlass.

ray of frost, melee: 1d20 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 1 - 4 = 16 ranged touch
damage: 1d3 ⇒ 3

cutlass: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

A pillow flies across the room and smacks the troglodyte in the face with a surprising amount of force, cracking a few bones in the process. Renardagnan pokes him with his rapier, but the stench distracts him from putting any muscle behind the blow. Murdoth comes through yet again though, slaying another lizardman with a powerful slice from her blade.

Out of combat!

A brazier of glowing coals sits in the center of the room that the larger troglodyte came from, its acrid smoke mixing with the ever-present troglodyte stench. A few knives, pokers, and other metal implements lie atop a rusty iron box nearby.

Upon searching the bodies, you find nothing of interest on the three young troglodytes, or in the bunk room. On the much bigger one, you find a canteen etched with his name, Tulok, as well as a key ring. One of these keys opens the iron box in the room that holds a suit of masterwork studded leather armor, a masterwork buckler, a masterwork rapier, a shortbow with 15 arrows, a scroll of cure moderate wounds, a scroll of invisibility, a wayfinder, and a climber's kit.

You hear a muffled noise coming from the room to the northeast, but find the door locked. It's quickly unlocked by one of the keys though, and you find a closet sized room with a man huddled in the corner.

He holds his arm up as his eyes adjust to the light. "P-p-please enough. Let me go. I won't say a word, I swear!" His face slowly changes from fear to elation as he realizes you are not his captors. "Did the Society send you? Bah, that doesn't matter, just please release me. Have you any food or water? I have barely had anything in days. They talked of sacrificing me to some god of theirs and you got here just in time."

Remmy quickly steps forward and pulls out some of his super tasty rations and water skin, his eyes wide with shock.

N-no food? Those beasts! Here, here, have some w-water, drink it slow, and c-c-chew the c-crackers through, or y-you'll choke!

He pats him gently on the back and tries not to sniff rudely at the smell.

The s-society r-requested we l-look for you, yes. We are h-h-happy to find you alive and m-mostly well, or at l-least intact.

Freydis kneels down and frees the man from his bonds. "You're safe now. The way down the stairs is clear, but you'll need to climb the last bit. Can you do that?"

"Well met." Cork says and he reaches his hand down to help the man up. "My name is Cork. We are planning to go up to the upper level before we head back to town. You are welcome to follow us up or wait here until we come back down. Or, as Freydis suggested, you can leave on your own."

Cork arches an eyebrow at the man while waiting for a response.