Kaye moves down the rope carefully, calling out questions to his companions below; as he emerges from the tunnel he realizes he's above Orin's head about 20 feet, and still just out of range of the tentacles. Rogzul recognizes the same.
Basically, the module calls it a full-round action to climb what should be like 40 feet of rope down to ground level of the bottom chamber, so we're being a little loose with the normal climb mechanics here. However, as Rogzul's wanting to cast and I assume Kaye wants to throw bombs, the two of you might be better off halting just below the ceiling-- i.e., still hanging onto the rope-- because that puts you out of range of the otyugh's reach, vertically. Whereas anywhere you're standing in the subchamber, you'll be threatened. I'm fine with saying you guys stop on the rope in order to do your castings/etc, but if you want to keep moving down to ground level (potentially provoking) let me know.
Navoreal sticks his blade out between the legs of the fleeing kobold, and manages to drop him, albeit briefly; the kobold hops back to his feet and eyes Navoreal with hatred. Your AOO tripped him, but he had a move action remaining and used it to stand, so he's not prone. You're still going to hit him regardless, though. A second later, Navoreal's blade slices an artful line across the kobold's scales, and the little reptilian drops with a hiss into the foetid waters. Red is unconscious
Gleam braves the writhing tentacles and sloshes forward to strike!
...unfortunately for the half-orc and his planned negotiations, a tentacle slaps out to meet him with bruising force and wraps around his middle, cracking a few ribs. 10 damage total, and grappled, which didn't stop you attacking, or critting, but would have meant you couldn't do with both hands. By my math, however, your single-handed damage is still more than enough to drop it.
Gleam ignores the pain and delivers a brutal hack with his falcata that opens up a three-foot wide gash in the otyugh's rubbery hide. The smell in this chamber somehow gets worse. Osten was already sloshing to the beast's other side to help, but he feels a sudden wave of dizziness. He can't help but wonder just what sort of disgusting filth might have been on those too large teeth...
The kobold in the tunnel doesn't try and come back to help his fallen friend-- he races down the pipe, and quickly disappears out of view by turning a corner.
Out of combat. The red kobold is not moving, in two feet of putrid water. Gleam has 10 damage, Navoreal has 6, and after the infernal healing has worn off, Osten should have 7 damage left, I think.
HP 51/51 | AC 21 | T 16 | FF 15 | CMD 21 | Fort +6 | Ref +8 | Will +6 | Init +8 | Perc +9
Navoreal pulls the red kobold from the water and taps him with infernal healing.. he binds his wrist before he awakes though and then taps himself with infernal healing.
"I think it would be good for negotiations if we can avoid killing them outright."
Male Barbarian 3/ Bloodrager 1~ HP: 51/ 55 | AC: 18 (16 raging) {11T/17FF} | F:+9 R +2 W: +2 ; Init +3; Perception +10; Speed 50 ft. (35 ft. in armor)
Osten allows the rage to leave him. His body begins to shake as the adrenaline fades from his blood. He takes out his wand and activates its healing magic. He walk up to Gleam and offers, "Ya need any of this?"
One charge of Infernal Healing for me, and possibly one for Gleam.
Orin waits for the kobold to regain consciousness and starts by testing out his ability to speak common... "Can you understand me? If you can, we came down here in peace... You attacked us first. We want only to speak to your leader. If you can guide us to him, we would be most appreciative, and you will have done your people a great service."
diplo:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
with that roll, I almost hope he doesn't understand common... *facepalms*
Half-Orc Fighter 5/Monolith 1 HP 65/65 | AC 24* T 12* FF 24* CMD 27* (25% Fort)| F +13* R +6 W +6 (+3 vs Fear, +2 vs Emotion, +2 vs negative levels, death effects, and mind-affecting effects) | Init +3 | Perception +4
Gleam nods and takes a charge of infernal healing.
Gleam complains a bit "Not sure if that stain is ever going to come out of armor."
HP 23/24 | AC 19 T 14 FF 15 | Saves 5/8/2 (+2 vs mind affecting, poison) | Perception +7 | Init +4 | CMD 16 | Extracts 2 | Bombs 1/8 | Mutagen (Activated) (+Dex, -Wis, +2 Natural Armor) | Male Human Alchemist 3 | GM Reroll +1 |
Kaye finishes climbing down into the room. "Sounds like I missed all the action. Slow and Steady wins the race."
Once the kobold awakens, Kaye takes a look at it. "Greetings. Take us to your leader. It's the least you could do for managing to live another day, eh?"
Diplomacy(Aid):1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
"You can learn all about self-preservation in my book, How to live until Sunrise. interested?"
There's a few things of note in the foul muck of this chamber-- you find a satchel in a corner containing two potions, quickly identifiable as cure moderate wounds; there's also, in the central trash pile that the otyugh was using for camouflage, the half-eaten remains of a human body. The face is... not really recognizable, but the man does happen to have a wayfinder hanging around his neck, with his name inscribed inside: Gil Flemish. You're vaguely aware that there was a junior agent by that name who went missing, a few weeks back? Aside from his wayfinder, the unfortunate Gil has a small pouchful of coins, and a pretty ring etched with a little motif of wings.
Spellcraft DC 16 on the ring:
Spoiler:
It's a ring of feather fall
The kobold, meanwhile, woozily comes to to find himself bound, and squeaks unhappily. His reptilian cocks to the side suspiciously. "You want see chief? You let Krizzlenix live? Krizzlenix will not see a sunrise. Krizzlenix lives in the sewers! Duh!"
Minor issues of idioms aside... the kobold seems quickly enough won over, and fretfully explains the passage ahead:
The pipe leads to a stairwell that goes up; Krizzlenix says that the tribe reverently says the name of the tribe's patron dragon, Lirovelix, while they ascend this stairway, so that the great and terrible dragon does not devour them all. Furthermore, Krizzlenix tells you there is a real door and a fake door, and the real door is well hidden, but with Krizzlenix along he can show you where it's at.
"And that will take you into Trapmaster Tok's place! He is not the chief. He is the son of the chief. But you have to go that way to get to the chief!"
HP 23/24 | AC 19 T 14 FF 15 | Saves 5/8/2 (+2 vs mind affecting, poison) | Perception +7 | Init +4 | CMD 16 | Extracts 2 | Bombs 1/8 | Mutagen (Activated) (+Dex, -Wis, +2 Natural Armor) | Male Human Alchemist 3 | GM Reroll +1 |
"Ah, the sun will do wonders for your skin and complexion... but your point is made. I'll have to start on an underground variant..."
Perception:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
"Someone should get that satchel." Kaye tilts his head towards a corner, where he uses the longspear to fish it out of the trash and other too-foul-too-mention items. "These two look like potions of Cure Moderate Wounds. Does anyone wand them? Not me, I'm healthy."
Kaye's wanderlust takes the better of him and he pokes around in the pile some more. "Oh, I think we found the Pathfinder. What's left of him, anyway..." He reveals the half-eaten remains of one Gil Flemish. "Let me get that Wayfinder... yes, this was the young man, Gil Flemish. Went missing a few weeks back. I guess he was fed to Gurva."
"He was wearing some kind of ring with a wing motif? Probably magical, but I'm no wizard. Anyone good at Spellcraft?" Feel free to read the perception spoiler. You'll need to make a Spellcraft check to ID the ring, though.
"Now then, let's go talk to the chief's son. Maybe he will say hello first, then shoot never."
Half-Orc Fighter 5/Monolith 1 HP 65/65 | AC 24* T 12* FF 24* CMD 27* (25% Fort)| F +13* R +6 W +6 (+3 vs Fear, +2 vs Emotion, +2 vs negative levels, death effects, and mind-affecting effects) | Init +3 | Perception +4
Intimidate +5 K. Planes +6 Survival +9 Sense Motive +13 Diplomacy +10, Prof. Archivist +9
Male Half-Orc PFS: 186188-1 Shaman/4
Stats:
│HP:27/27│ AC 16│ T10│ FF16│ F2│R1│W8│Init 2│Perception +6 (+9 in bright light, +12 with scent)│CMB 2│CMD 12│
"I wish I had that ring earlier." Rog says with a grunt as the party continues their sewer adventure. "Lirovelix is your dragon? Why do they live in a sewer?" Rog asks curiously, having never met a dragon before.
Rog is ready to move toward Thok as soon as the rest of the group is.
The kobold's eyes get very wide at the question about Lirovelix, from Rogzul. "Oh, no, no no no no. Mighty Lirovelix does not live with us, topsider! Mighty Lirovelix is a great and ancient wyrm! She would not fit in these sewers! But Lirovelix's spirit watches over US, her descendants, and the chief communes with her! Now then...
"Krizzlenix will lead!" the kobold says, and scampers into the big pipe in the direction that the escaped one got away through, trusting you are following.
The pipe goes on into the distance, but after only a short span of feet there is the stairway the kobold spoke of. It's sized for small creatures, and looks fairly newly, and roughly, hewn... or more accurately, it looks as if it were once sized for human-sized folk, and then the kobolds hacked in further steps to suit themselves. It's a little awkward lifting one's feet every three inches, but not especially hard to traverse.
The kobold points at a door up at the top of the stairs. "That is the fake door. Tok has trapped it. And here on the wall is..." Krizzlenix feels around a little, hunting a catch.
"Let us pass, mighty Lirovelix!" the kobold intones respectfully, dipping his little reptilian head. "--you should all say it too. And Trapmaster Tok's workshop is on the other side of this door."
Perception DC 20 will let you see the outline of the secret door, but the kobold is willing to open it for you. If you have anything you wish to do before he does so, now's the time. Also, the map has been updated, if you dislike your order, move yourselves.
Orin quickly casts guidance on himself and blesses the party before the door is opened... He readies to speak the words so as not to offend their guide, Krizzlenix....
Male Barbarian 3/ Bloodrager 1~ HP: 51/ 55 | AC: 18 (16 raging) {11T/17FF} | F:+9 R +2 W: +2 ; Init +3; Perception +10; Speed 50 ft. (35 ft. in armor)
With a shake of his head, the barbarian mutters the pass-phrase, "Let us pass, mighty Lirovelix! Seeing his wounds have now healed over (assuming a minute has passed), Osten takes out a wand before passing through the door and activates the magic held within.
Using a charge for a minute of Shield. Current AC = 21 (19 raging).
Half-Orc Fighter 5/Monolith 1 HP 65/65 | AC 24* T 12* FF 24* CMD 27* (25% Fort)| F +13* R +6 W +6 (+3 vs Fear, +2 vs Emotion, +2 vs negative levels, death effects, and mind-affecting effects) | Init +3 | Perception +4
(Yes, a minute can have elapsed for the sake of I.H.)
Krizzlenix gives Gleam and Navoreal a look that seems to be mingled parts exasperated and frightened. "You didn't say her NAME," he says, but a booming voice drowns out his words.
"“You are entering the Dragons' territory and are not welcome. Leave now and live; you will not be warned again!"
"--I'm not with them!! They made me show them!" screeches the tiny reptilian, wincing as though he expects to be struck down by lightning at any second. But there's only silence in response to his words. After a few long seconds of awkwardness, the kobold hesitantly opens the secret door.
Map updated. The room beyond has a second story, shown on the right. Also, due to the small-size shelves that have been added in, the yellow section on the map is considered to be squeezing, for medium creatures.
A ten-foot tunnel leads what must have once been an old shop, at some point in Absalom's past... Ancient sconces with everburning torches cast an odd blue light throughout. You realize you must be at the back end of the back end of the shop, and that the double doors on the opposite wall were probably the original entrance. The walls are decorated with red wallpaper that is falling off due to mold and mildew.
Originally this was a retail shop; now every available surface is covered in alchemical supplies and half-built traps. Shelves that once held candy and gifts have been repurposed to hold a massive collection of well-used books. A pair of dilapidated stairs on either side of the room leads up to a loft overlooking the first floor. A large steaming cauldron and trapmaking equipment are visible on the second floor, as is a small writing desk. On either side of the second floor, large bay windows look out onto a lit, indoor chamber beyond.
Aside from the bubble of the cauldron, all seems quiet and still ahead. Your captive/diplomatic sortie looks at you all and shrugs, clearly not intending to be the first into the room unless you force him to be.
When you enter the room/have line of sight into the room, make me a perception check.
Perception DC 20:
You spot the same kobold who ran from you earlier, lurking behind a counter in the center of the room-- you just make out the tip of his tail on the floor next to the counter. Blue Kobold from earlier is directly north of the square counter that's in the lower center of the room, crouching behind it and using it for cover.
"We've come to talk... no need for hostilities... and no disrespect intended in our greeting. I apologize for my companions' mistakes in their wording."
Orin steps into the room and then to the side so his friends can enter as well.
Male Barbarian 3/ Bloodrager 1~ HP: 51/ 55 | AC: 18 (16 raging) {11T/17FF} | F:+9 R +2 W: +2 ; Init +3; Perception +10; Speed 50 ft. (35 ft. in armor)
Perception:1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26
"He's talkn' to the one who shot me in the leg. C'mere lil' guy, we just wanna get to know you better." Though the tone of voice, whitening knuckles and body language leads one to believe that is not the barbarian's true motive for calling out to the hidden kobold.
There's no response to the words of diplomacy... at first. Then out of nowhere-- from the loft-- a projectile comes hurtling at the three who have cautiously entered-- and explodes in a roil of foul vapors.
Vs Orin's FF touch:1d20 + 11 + 2 - 2 ⇒ (19) + 11 + 2 - 2 = 30Yeah, that's a hit. Fortunately it deals no damage...
Kaye, Orin, and Osten are enveloped by the noxious fumes, which not only block sight but are so disgusting they threaten to induce vomiting...
Kaye, Orin, and Osten, make me Fortitude saves. This is a poison effect.
Fort DC <16:
(16+ saves; no effect) You feel the street food you ate outside the theatre rising up in your throat... You are nauseated for 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 rounds.
In the split second before the vial hit and exploded, Osten, Orin, and Kaye caught sight of another kobold on the upper level, a gold-skinned kobold wearing dozens of vials in a bandolier around his person, appearing as if from thin air.
"Talk? I am Tok, yess. Sssurrender to Tok, and Tok will ransssom you. I know you Pathfindersss! You will convince Father to anything with your tricky tonguesss!"
Conditions: the green line on the map indicates an area of stinking cloud. If you enter into it, Fort DC 16 vs nauseated for 2 rounds. Stinking cloud also creates opaque fumes, so the Pathfinders still in the hall have no line of sight into the room at the moment. The yellow area indicates terrain that is squeezing for medium creatures.
Round 1 - bold may act
Navoreal
Rogzul
Orin (Make me a fort save)
Osten (Make me a fort save)
Blue
Tok
Kaye (Make me a fort save)
Gleam
Orin does an excellent job of holding down his breakfast.... for about 2 seconds... then he bends over grabs his beard to keep it clean and tosses the contents of his stomach with a sickening lurch.
"... that's disgusting! Smells like trog sweat and wet aardvark mixed together.. gah!" He tries to back out of the cloud of stench, but its far too late to save his breakfast...
Osten: Yes, the gold skinned kobold doesn't have a weapon drawn.
Rogzul, it sounds like you're wanting to move through the fog. If so:
Rogzul Fort save:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20
Rogzul has smelled worse. He strides through to the base of one of the stairs. Moved you
The blue-skinned kobold hurriedly runs around the stairs after Osten, but has a better shot on Navoreal, so lets a crossbow bolt fly across the gap between them.
Vs Navoreal:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 21
Navoreal, the duration of your shield is 2 minutes, yes? I think it might be expired by now; you guys searched a room and identified objects, interrogated a kobold, etc, and had to wait at least a minute for infernal healing to elapse. But I'll do it like this, a 50/50 chance it's not been two full minutes yet:
High means shield still up:1d100 ⇒ 79Okay, still up for this combat, but will be expired past it.
The bolt whistles past Navoreal's ear, but his magics protect him.
The gold-skinned kobold hisses at Osten, and scurries away from him.
The agile little creature has no trouble twisting past Osten's guard, and scurries to the edge of the loft-- and over, jumping lightly down to the level below, even as the foggy fumes dissipate. Stinking cloud gone, though unfortunately, Orin, your nausea still runs its duration
Acrobatics to jump, DC 15:1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31
Landing with an exceptional grace, the creature keeps moving-- racing to the far wall with supernatural speed, then climbing up it like as nimbly as a spider. From up near the ceiling, he chucks another vial across the open space at the big human warrior who looks like the worst threat to him.
This time, the bomb explodes with shard of ice, that threaten to rime the warrior's form.
"Tok iss plenty ssmart enough to deal with you, topssiidersss," the kobold hisses with a derisive snort at Kaye. "You have mutagen? Good. I will ssstudy your notesss when you are my prisssoner!"
End Round 1/Start 2 - bold may act
Navoreal
Rogzul
Orin (nauseated, 1 round remaining)
Osten -14 damage (Make me a fort save vs staggered, DC 16)
Blue
Tok
Kaye Gleam
Male Barbarian 3/ Bloodrager 1~ HP: 51/ 55 | AC: 18 (16 raging) {11T/17FF} | F:+9 R +2 W: +2 ; Init +3; Perception +10; Speed 50 ft. (35 ft. in armor)
Fort:1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25
The barbarian's chest tightens a moment as he braces for the bomb's effects. He then heads toward the stairs and takes a swing at the crossbow wielding kobold.
Intimidate +5 K. Planes +6 Survival +9 Sense Motive +13 Diplomacy +10, Prof. Archivist +9
Male Half-Orc PFS: 186188-1 Shaman/4
Stats:
│HP:27/27│ AC 16│ T10│ FF16│ F2│R1│W8│Init 2│Perception +6 (+9 in bright light, +12 with scent)│CMB 2│CMD 12│
I had moved to where I was trying to get, but since you made the fort save for me, I'll take the remainder of my movement. Moved myself back to where my double move would have stopped if I'd taken all of it, will post current action shortly.
HP 23/24 | AC 19 T 14 FF 15 | Saves 5/8/2 (+2 vs mind affecting, poison) | Perception +7 | Init +4 | CMD 16 | Extracts 2 | Bombs 1/8 | Mutagen (Activated) (+Dex, -Wis, +2 Natural Armor) | Male Human Alchemist 3 | GM Reroll +1 |
Kaye yawns. "Very well then, fellow chemist. A duel! Your formula book is the wager."
Kaye hurls a vial at Tok. It explodes with dazzling electricity.
Ranged Touch, Point Blank Shot:1d20 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 4 + 1 = 21 Electric Damage:1d6 + 1d6 + 3 + 1 ⇒ (2) + (4) + 3 + 1 = 10 Miss Direction:1d8 ⇒ 5 Kaye's Reflex Save if he missed and blew himself up:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17 If that hit, Reflex Save DC 14 for half damage. If it missed, the bomb deals 5 damage. Thanks to his Precise Bombs discovery, Kaye can exclude 3 squares (like his own square) from the blast. The extra d6 damage is not multiplied on a crit.
Shock Bombs: If the target fails the save, they are dazzled for 1d4 rounds. Dazzle Duration:1d4 ⇒ 3
Half-Orc Fighter 5/Monolith 1 HP 65/65 | AC 24* T 12* FF 24* CMD 27* (25% Fort)| F +13* R +6 W +6 (+3 vs Fear, +2 vs Emotion, +2 vs negative levels, death effects, and mind-affecting effects) | Init +3 | Perception +4
Gleam peeks a bit, bringing his chakram to hand again, not entirely wanting to leave their guide unattended but unsure if people need help.
"Everything okay up there!?" shouts Gleam nervously as he glances back and forth between the combat and the prisoner.
Moved up, ready to chuck the chakram at our guide if he flees.
Kaye's bomb just hits the kobold. Tok snarls as electricity arcs along his hide, but when it fades, it seems like he hasn't actually been hurt.
Spellcraft or Craft Alchemy DC 18:
You don't think the protection is elemental in nature-- it seems to you more like false life.
Tok Reflex save vs the dazzle:1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14
The electricity may not have fully hurt him, but it did seem to mess with his vision a little. Then the wall beneath beside the kobold abruptly becomes greasy.
Tok Reflex vs the grease:1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25
Clever idea, and I'd have happily had him fall if he hadn't made his save! I put a green line on the wall to indicate at least horizontally where the grease is, you can adjust it if you wish, Navoreal.
However, even dazzled, the kobold is still very nimble, and easily scampers out of the greasy section and to a different bit of wall.
Gleam readies to deal with their guide/hostage, but he seems to be crouching down and cowering right now.
The kobold with the blue hide scampers back a step on the stairs, slots another crossbow bolt into his crossbow, and fires at Osten. If you have a weapon out, Kaye, it'll provoke
Vs Osten:1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 6 + 2 = 15
Osten's magic protects him...
Tok tries to clear his eyes of the lights, and retaliates with a bomb thrown at Kaye. Alchemist throw-down!
Where Kaye threw lightning, the kobold throws fire-- recklessly, given that he caught the other kobold in the blast. The kobold shrills, trying to dodge the worst of it. "Owww! Master Tok! Careful! Please!"
Blue's reflex vs splash:1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
"Then get out of my waayyy," Tok hisses back.
End Round 2/Start 3 - bold may act
Navoreal
Rogzul
Orin
Osten -14 damage
Blue -3 damage
Tok (dazzled 2 rounds remaining), 10 damage has been dealt... you think.
Kaye -10 damage
Gleam
Intimidate +5 K. Planes +6 Survival +9 Sense Motive +13 Diplomacy +10, Prof. Archivist +9
Male Half-Orc PFS: 186188-1 Shaman/4
Stats:
│HP:27/27│ AC 16│ T10│ FF16│ F2│R1│W8│Init 2│Perception +6 (+9 in bright light, +12 with scent)│CMB 2│CMD 12│
Growling, Rogzul moves further into the room, chanting again to his spirits as he does, his celestial bird glows red for a moment and Rog raises his hands toward the kobold on the stairs and fires a gout of flame.
15 foot cone, so I should be able to hit only the kobold. Burning Hands:3d4 ⇒ (1, 1, 1) = 3Wow. Reflex DC 15 for half.
Half-Orc Fighter 5/Monolith 1 HP 65/65 | AC 24* T 12* FF 24* CMD 27* (25% Fort)| F +13* R +6 W +6 (+3 vs Fear, +2 vs Emotion, +2 vs negative levels, death effects, and mind-affecting effects) | Init +3 | Perception +4
Gleam moves in joining the gaggle of Pathfinders soon to be bombed again and tosses his chakram up at master Tok.
Reflex vs Burning hands:1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23 Only the faintest singing happens, alas, as a result of Rogzul's fiery blast.
Orin's crossbow bolt misses the kobold, as does Gleam's chakram, but Navoreal manages to score a hit with a well-aimed arrow. This time, blood actually appears from the wound.
Osten is still having trouble cornering this small blue-hide kobold...
The little blue one recognizes it's getting squished into the ongoing combat, and tries to vault the stairwell railing and get away from Osten and Kaye.
Vs CMDs:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22
It's a nimble creature, and hops over the rail without drawing any swings, backing further into the shop and reloading its crossbow.
Up above, Tok sneers at the flames and the arrow. "Thanksss for getting together..."
Orin and Kaye, Reflex DC 16 for 3 damage, otherwise take 6 splash damage
End Round 3/Start 4 - bold may act
Navoreal
Rogzul
Orin -3/6 (contingent on save)
Osten -14 damage
Blue -3 damage
Tok (dazzled 1 round remaining), 21 damage has been dealt... you think.
Kaye -13/16 (contingent on save)
Gleam -14 damage
