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Orophin limps slowly through the room.
"I'm a lover, not a fighter. "
He considers the damage, and looks inside himself.
"I can't fix this. Maybe one day... maybe." he looks doubtful.
He points to the bodies in the trenches. "I wonder if they belonged to our friendly captains old chums. That shirt she wears is very nice."
A side passage widens into a dead end flanked by two alcoves. Carved into the wall of the western alcove is a bas-relief of a humanoid face with bulging eyes, two small holes for a nose, and a wide mouth filled with roiling black and violet mist. Hovering a few feet from the floor in the eastern alcove is a two-foot diameter black sphere, its glass-like surface reflecting a vast cityscape of ruined buildings beneath a dark, alien sky.
In front of the carved face stands a female human, she wears the robes of a devotee of Asmodeus. She stands rooted to the spot, staring into the eyes of the carved face.
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Once the party is done healing/recovering (hp at least), Wembly advances (assuming we spent 6mins in the combat room, so lion disappeared).
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Who is this lady? Hey lady! What are you looking at that face for? Is your name Faroon? I am guessing not. She is a pirate and you...well, you don't look like a pirate so much. My those sure are some fancy red and black robes. Do you live here?
Wembly wonders what she is doing and guesses the party should stop whatever it is.
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Orophin sits for a moment, and reaches out to the worms and the bugs, to the birds high above, and the creatures in the sea outside. From each he borrows for the moment a small part of their spark of life. Pulling it all into himself until he can hardly breathe. Then, with a single pure note, he releases it out, allowing the group around him to bask in the lifegiving energies of the world.
He'll then give Arina a tap with her wand, to hopefully finish off restoring her life forces.
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"I do appreciate thine offer, but I can survive with but a few bumps and bruises." Turning to salute Orophin, "Thine talent is admirable, Lady. Many may scoff at the dedication to such a life's calling, but I am proud to have you among us."
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Not pleased to see a follower of Asmodeus, Saint Germaine approaches cautiously, but unarmed, mindful of the strange black orb, and eyeing the strange purple mists. He attempts to speak to her, bluntly, but not rudely.
"Greetings, priestess. I am Saint Germaine. Who art thou and what art thou doing down here? Be thee friend or foe?"
The woman turns at the sounds of voices. Her eyes appear to be unfocused and glazed over. She smile towards you and says an emotionless "Hi"
It seems she has been drained of all sense.
This large, oddly shaped chamber has a high ceiling and a floor completely covered with a thin layer of oily green goo. An enormous machine squats in the northeastern corner, leaking the strange green goo. The machine resembles a massive rotting tangle of fleshy, metal banded tentacles of green and mauve flesh studded with strange blinking gauges, crystal levers, and crackling metal wires. The undulating mass constantly emits a bizarre chorus of high-pitched wails, hooting whistles, and low throaty growls.
The machine shudders and forms a lifelike image made of its own tendrils and vile fluids. The image depicts an elven woman inserting an obsidian key into the machine’s flesh, a glowing spatial rift opening, and the elven woman walking through the rift accompanied by a halfling and a troll. The machine absorbs the image back into its body and a hand-shaped depression appears in its place.
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"Thou should follow us, priestess. I am not certain if you are friend or foe, but this is no place for you." If she allows it, Saint Germaine attempt to take her arm and guide her to follow the group as we travel.
Saint Germaine, looking on the strange contraption, and witnessing the, the,. . . illusion, and decides to see if he can get it to do something.
The woman does not resist in any way and just says, "okay".
When the strange black orb moves from position it pops and fades into nothingness. It reappears 30 seconds later in the same spot.
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The strange machine looks to alien to even begin what to describe what it really is. But you think it works by placing your hand into the hand shaped depression.
Wayfinder pings evil in all directions, but unable to hone in on just one source.
Gronk begins to look for an obsidian key, but Saint Germaine approaches the machine and places his hand in the depression.
Before he can pull his hand away, his mind is assualted with images of inhuman beings.
The machine releases it mental grasp on Germaine and a shimmering portal appears before the PC's.
The trip through the shimmering portal is instantaneous and leads to the sterncastle of a black-hulled ghost ship. Though an icy wind blows the tattered remains of the ship’s useless black sails, some other force seems to push the vessel through a churning gray sea. Overhead, the sky is full of unrecognizable stars and an enormous white moon. To starboard, the gray sea is vast and endless. Several hundred yards to port, a single bleak rock, studded with strangely proportioned architecture, rises from the sea. A brass plaque mounted on the mast behind the ship’s wheel is inscribed with the name Voracious.
The main deck of the Voracious is devoid of any crew. The ship’s small rowboat is rotted and useless, and a small storeroom at the fore of the ship is filled with empty, rotting sea chests.
The windowless captain’s cabin at the rear of the main deck is devoid of any furnishings and its floor, ceiling, and walls are all painted pitch black.
The PC's can hear the strange, hollow piping of an unusual wind instrument emanating from below, coming from the stair that lead down below deck.
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Whoa! That...was....so....cool! But where are we now? On a ship? Which ship? This looks like a ghost ship from the pirates of the south seas or something from a book. But is this real or are we in a dream? Can you guys hear me? What happened to the priestess? Where did she go? I was going to feed her some of the moss...oh wait we were out. Maybe I am starting to forget things. Do you all remember me?
Wembly looks for the captain, crew or musician playing the tune.
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Orophin checks out the woman for magical auras before we head through.
"Just in case like, she is carrying anything really nasty and turns on us."
Once the group moves to the ship, Orophin's ears perk up.
As the music starts up, a smile crosses his face and he begins to sing along with it.
"I remember flashbacks lighting up magic waves
Eight o'clock, saloon emptiness, handle it
The wide old image I had to view 11 seconds ago
I didn't say anything, so you will never know."
The group heads down the stairs.
Feeble gray light shines through narrow rectangular apertures above corroded metal cannon-like structures, illuminating this surprisingly spacious ship’s hold.
The ceiling in the ship’s hold is 10 feet high. The cannons that Sempet Sevenfingers once used on the Voracious have been altered and corroded by the alien environment of Leng; they are now no more than cannon-shaped lumps of useless iron. The cabins to the fore and aft of this deck once held slaves, but only iron rings remain.
The creature turns around when it notices the PC's in its domain and stops playing its pipes immediately. A horrid noise is heard as if it is communicating directly into your mind.
Knowledge Dungeoneering
The creature screeches and every body in the hold minds become hazey.
Round 1
Pathfinders are up.
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Wembly, eager to see what the hold up is down the stairs will call out.
Why did everyone stop? Did you see something?
Well, if I cannot get down there, I better send something that can
He stops and summons a celestial flying ant drone as far down into the hold as he can see....it appears (supposedly) and looks for a foe.
Ant Drone (AC19, HP26,DR5/evil, rez(cold/acid/elec)/5 30'fly)
It will seek a foe and approach to sting or attack.
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Seltyiel shakes his head as the foul magic permeates his brain. Already weakened, he stumbles back, head swimming as he tries desperately to figure out his surroundings.
Able to get his bearings, he stems the waves of confusion. He glances to his companions...
"What is that thing? I think it is attacking my mind! Let us end this before I lose it."
A confused creature is mentally befuddled and cannot act normally. A confused creature cannot tell the difference between ally and foe, treating all creatures as enemies. Allies wishing to cast a beneficial spell that requires a touch on a confused creature must succeed on a melee touch attack. If a confused creature is attacked, it attacks the creature that last attacked it until that creature is dead or out of sight.
Roll on the following table at the beginning of each confused subject’s turn each round to see what the subject does in that round.
d% Behavior
01–25 Act normally.
26–50 Do nothing but babble incoherently.
51–75 Deal 1d8 points of damage + Str modifier to self with item in hand.
76–100 Attack nearest creature (for this purpose, a familiar counts as part of the subject’s self).
A confused creature who can’t carry out the indicated action does nothing but babble incoherently. Attackers are not at any special advantage when attacking a confused creature. Any confused creature who is attacked automatically attacks its attackers on its next turn, as long as it is still confused when its turn comes. Note that a confused creature will not make attacks of opportunity against anything that it is not already devoted to attacking (either because of its most recent action or because it has just been attacked).
Orophin just stands in the center and babble.
Ariana for some reason, slams her sword into her face.
Wembly's Ant moves in on the large creature, gets swatted in the process, but still gets into biting position. But cannot get its pincers on the beast.
Saint Germaine(can redo actions), Gronk(needs to attack)
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Selty seeing the party lose coherency, decides to take try and reverse the tide. He draws on his arcane schooling, directing energy to remove the induced state of confusion.
School abjuration; Level bard 3, cleric 3, druid 4, paladin 3, sorcerer/wizard 3
Casting Time 1 standard action
Components V, S
Range medium (100 ft. + 10 ft./level)
Target or Area one spellcaster, creature, or object
Duration instantaneous
Saving Throw none; Spell Resistance no
You can use dispel magic to end one ongoing spell that has been cast on a creature or object, to temporarily suppress the magical abilities of a magic item, or to counter another spellcaster's spell. A dispelled spell ends as if its duration had expired. Some spells, as detailed in their descriptions, can't be defeated by dispel magic. Dispel magic can dispel (but not counter) spell-like effects just as it does spells. The effect of a spell with an instantaneous duration can't be dispelled, because the magical effect is already over before the dispel magic can take effect.
You choose to use dispel magic in one of two ways: a targeted dispel or a counterspell.
Targeted Dispel: One object, creature, or spell is the target of the dispel magic spell. You make one dispel check (1d20 + your caster level) and compare that to the spell with highest caster level (DC = 11 + the spell's caster level). If successful, that spell ends. If not, compare the same result to the spell with the next highest caster level. Repeat this process until you have dispelled one spell affecting the target, or you have failed to dispel every spell.
For example, a 7th-level caster casts dispel magic, targeting a creature affected by stoneskin (caster level 12th) and fly (caster level 6th). The caster level check results in a 19. This check is not high enough to end the stoneskin (which would have required a 23 or higher), but it is high enough to end the fly (which only required a 17). Had the dispel check resulted in a 23 or higher, the stoneskin would have been dispelled, leaving the fly intact. Had the dispel check been a 16 or less, no spells would have been affected.
You can also use a targeted dispel to specifically end one spell affecting the target or one spell affecting an area (such as a wall of fire). You must name the specific spell effect to be targeted in this way. If your caster level check is equal to or higher than the DC of that spell, it ends. No other spells or effects on the target are dispelled if your check is not high enough to end the targeted effect.
If you target an object or creature that is the effect of an ongoing spell (such as a monster summoned by summon monster), you make a dispel check to end the spell that conjured the object or creature.
If the object that you target is a magic item, you make a dispel check against the item's caster level (DC = 11 + the item's caster level). If you succeed, all the item's magical properties are suppressed for 1d4 rounds, after which the item recovers its magical properties. A suppressed item becomes nonmagical for the duration of the effect. An interdimensional opening (such as a bag of holding) is temporarily closed. A magic item's physical properties are unchanged: A suppressed magic sword is still a sword (a masterwork sword, in fact). Artifacts and deities are unaffected by mortal magic such as this.
You automatically succeed on your dispel check against any spell that you cast yourself.
Counterspell: When dispel magic is used in this way, the spell targets a spellcaster and is cast as a counterspell. Unlike a true counterspell, however, dispel magic may not work; you must make a dispel check to counter the other spellcaster's spell.
Saint Germain runs up to Ariana, trying to break the enchantment just as Gronk viciously assaults her.
The beast defends itself from the ant, eventually it rips the ant in half. And discards its carapace.
Pathfinders are up.....
Gronk(confused) and Ariana(34 damage/confused) must attack each other now.
Seltyiel(confused pending CL check) needs to make the CL check from last round and can take this rounds worth of actions.
Orophin(confused)