[Gameday VII] GM ZD Shrine of the Sacred Tempest (Inactive)

Game Master Z...D...

At this point I will move us on to the next part...If you wish to question the rambler you may

While walking around town, a young tengu in vermilion robes approaches you. She speaks to the PC in heavily accented common, "So you are the outsiders that have been asking around town. What do you believe is going on?"

"How rude of me" she gives a hasty bow, "I forgot to introduce myself. I am Mitoko"

"Nothing good," Erashava replies with a quirk of her eyebrow. "What do you know about the so-called 'Storm Prophet.' His actions don't sit well with me."

goran bows his head to the tengu in greeting.

I am Goran...and yes, we are the inquisitive ones about. I sense something afoot...mayhaps someone is trying to make a land grab...i don't know at this point....yet...

"I do not know too much of the Prophet himself." she answeres. "I also do not see eye to eye with how things have turned. He seems to follow the more destructive sides of Hei Fang. I like to believe in the wind and rain that replenishes nature. Still, who am I to question Hei Feng’s blessing in our town’s hour of greatest need? Perhaps, as they say, I am simply naive to the harsh realities of this world. This is the dilemma I face.”

If some one can give me a diplomacy check for Mitoko

I'm not sure I know who the Rambler is.

"It is good to meet you, Mitoko. I'm called Kambraxes. And I think you're probably right. Not all who call themselves prophets speak with the voice of the gods."

Diplomacy Assist (someone with a better Diplomacy than me!): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

"A soul who would kill the defenders of a holy shrine does not bring blessings, he brings death."

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

Diplomacy 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

"You seem like someone who has ears on the ground. If something is wrong, and you act on it then perhaps you do it because it's right and not easy. This new prophet kills the old and puts in his own men means something isn't right about all this. And you know it well."

it doesn't matter yet, but that was a success on the diplomacy

"Maybe my suspicions are correct. Maybe there is evil taking over the shrine. After the choosing. Meet with me and we can head to the shrine together and get to the bottom of the prophet story."

on to the choosing ritual

That evening, a few dozen townsfolk gather on the western edge of town for the Choosing ritual. These appear to be the most devout followers of the Storm Prophet, and attempting to talk to them elicits fervent proselytization and words of praise for Hei Feng and the three adherents who hope to be Chosen tonight. You all see the rambler is in attendance and Mitoko watches from a distance. The group falls into a reverent silence as Chosen Megari arrives with a group of hooded figures, two wearing blue robes with flanged maces dangling at their sides, and three in simple white robes. The armed figures take up posts between the townsfolk and the altar as the people settle into orderly rows to begin the ceremony.

The air smells sharply of incense and the wood smoke. Three white-robed tengus, two male and one female, ascend a wooden stage and drop to their knees in front of a small altar carved with thunderbolts, their eyes cast down as they chant a strange incantation. Megari presides over the ceremony, walking around the pledged while waving a censer over each. The hooded and armed figures keep silent watch over the gathered faithful. As Megari leads them, the villagers begin to chant in a strange language in unison, at first low and quiet, but slowly rising in a crescendo. The priest then calls out in a clear voice. “We are gathered once more to mark the ascension of our Chosen brothers and sisters. The Storm Lord has called us to prepare worthy vessels for his host, and we have done so! Witness your brothers and sister at the hour of their ascension into immortality and glory!”

With this proclamation, the three adherents cast off the top of their robes, revealing torsos covered in ghastly scars and a bone structure twisted from what appears to be multiple fractures that healed improperly. Caught up in a frenzy of faith, the worshipers hardly seem to notice the scars. The chanting builds up to a fever pitch as the sound of thunder rolls down the mountain from the south. Flashes of lighting cut through the darkened sky, and swirling thunderclouds coalesce around the mountain’s summit.

I'll give you some time to make these checks. If you still have questions for Mitoko, you may ask her.

Linguistics 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (13) + 10 = 23
No other questions for Mitoko.

"I'll bet my wing feathers that that chant sounds like Abyssal and these folks don't know it. This Hei Feng requires prayers in Abyssal? Someone correct me if I'm wrong but isn't prayers usually conducted in the tongue of he heavens?" Galford complains.

Linguistics: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

"Abyssal is not a tongue I know." Erashava replies. She listens closely. "It does sound ominous."

Kambraxes stares intently at Megari and the priest.

Detect Evil

There is definitely something amiss here....be wary....Goran warns as he reaches out with his magical senses.detect magic

Sorry for the confusion but the Chosen Megari and the priest are the same person.

The paladin does not detect evil in his area. too low of level for it to register.

As the storm picks up, the sound of wind and rain reaching new levels of violence, Megari opens a black lacquered chest and produces a red whip lined with cruel barbs. The adherents cry out in pain as she lashes each of them several times across the back, opening terrible wounds, but their screams are drowned out by the crash of thunder and howl of wind.

Forgot to add this part in to the previous post

Lightning crackles, illuminating the priests’ manic expressions as Megari continues to draw blood until one of the two male tengus collapses in a pool of blood. Through it all, the enduring adherents make no move to help themselves or their fallen ally.

Perception 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19
Heal 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

"Feathers! Someone tell me I'm not seeing wrong but those things look like they don't belong to those Tengu's bodies! I'm a Tengu but I'm sure I don't have whatever they have. I hope it's not contagious."

Perception: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (16) + 3 = 19
Heal: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Knowledge Planes: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

"I see them. Those strange black globs emerging from the tengu are abyssal in nature. Foul, evil things."

Looking at the others she remarks, "Religion is not my field of interest. Is this Hei Fei everyone here worships a demon?"

We must help them....let's go... Goran implores as he moves to help.

One of the blue robed figures moves to Goran while The Chosen calls out, "You shall not interfere in the choosing"

Goran, do you wish to continue to help them?

"Okay then, we will continue with the choosing."

Accompanied by a roar of thunder, Chosen Megari declares that the other two have withstood Hei Feng’s ordeals and have proven themselves worthy of ascension. The crowd cheers as the body of the fallen is surreptitiously dragged off the stage and out of sight. The priestess produces a chalice from the black chest and uses it to collect the blood running from the wounds of the adherents. Offering it up to mix with the rainwater of the storm, she then bids the adherents drink from the chalice.

"I don't wish to offend but that is one strange ritual. I wonder how the other one is now........"

Erashava continues to watch the mysteries of organized religion with distaste.

Goran steps back, a look of concern on his face.

know religion: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

Trust me, fellows....that us no ritual of Hai Feng...it is definitely demonic in nature. We must end this.
Goran steps forward and raises his hands. He yells at the top of his lungs.

Listen to me! You are being subverted by a false prophet. Hai Feng does not inflict such oain on his followers. diplomacy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (11) + 6 = 17

"Oh? That makes it very different then." Galford calmly remarks as his blade is loosened.

The chosen Megari turns back on the outcry, "Be silent you heathen."

And with that, we are in initiative

Bold May Act-Round 1
Duskin
Dark Blue
Purple
The Chosen Megari(Red)
Galford
Kambraxus
Erashava
Goran
Light Blue

I re-messaged Duskin, if he doesn't reply in 12 hours or act, we will move along with out him. If any of you know him personally, do you mind checking on him.

OK, no answer. Moving on

Both tengu draw maces and move to apprehend the Goran for interruption the ceremony.

Dark Blue robes moves to attack Goran. But is too wrapped up in the moment and misses completely.

Purple closes in on Goran.

The Chosen Megari begins to speak in an inspiring manner. Filling her guards with courage for the battle.

Pathfinders are up.

You shall not hurt these people in your dark god's name! Goran says as he swings his finely crafted blade at the tengu on his leftpurpleattack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (14) + 4 = 181d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Spending one Panache to give everyone within 30 feet of me Precise Strike
"Gang on them and we can have this resolved pretty quickly! Shift them right about there and we're doing good." Galford begins as he starts to swing his own blades.....

Kambraxes moves to flank one of the enemy with Galford.

"This is madness! Cease fighting, villains, or be destroyed!"

Longsword and flanking and Precise Strike: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 2 = 91d8 + 3 + 1d6 ⇒ (6) + 3 + (2) = 11

Erashava is in delay

Goran lands a strike in purple, while Kambraxes misses.

Purple attempts to avoid Goran, but slips, opening him up for an attack. Goran can make an AOO vs Purple

Purple than strikes at Goran. But misses.

Blue capitalizes on his position and swings at Goran as well. His connects. Goran takes 6 damage

The chosen moves closer to the group and points a finger at Kambraxes, his words takes a darker tone, chilling his bones. Kambraxus, need a DC 13 will save vs emotion, fear, mind-affecting. If failed, you are frightened for 1d4 ⇒ 3 rounds. On a success, you are shaken for one

Pathfinders are up

Will Save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

"I fear not your petty witchcraft!"

Longsword and flank: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 + 2 = 211d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Shield Bash and flank: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 + 2 = 171d4 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

If the first attack drops Blue, then Kambraxes will instead move SWx2 to come adjacent to the Chosen.

Sorry, busy weekend snuck up on me. Haha.

Round 1
Erashava takes a step to the side, draws her scimitar and slashes at the purple enemy.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6
Slashing Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Round 2

Erashava attacks with her scimitar again.

Attack: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Slashing Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

But she's thrown off by the sudden battle and misses (a lot!).

aoo: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 191d6 + 1 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 1 + 3 = 8

Goran slides over a step to trap his attacker opposite Erashava. He swings his blade at him.

attack: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 4 + 2 = 81d6 + 1 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 1 + 3 = 5

Yay! Kill them all guys. Earn me my Panache!"

Goran lands a savage hit on Purple, and he instantly regrets trying to get better positioning. But, Goran can not seem to finish him off.

Kambraxes sword makes contact, but the shield fails to get around on time. I didn't see the shaken accounted for in the rolls. Even on success you were shaken for a round

Erashava recovers from the surprising violence, causing her to miss both slashes.

Purple and Blue are both still up. Purple is definitely bloodied

Galford is up-

Oh dear...
Wakazaki 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (15) + 6 = 211d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
Precise strike 1d6 ⇒ 5
If I kill blue I don't get any panache lol

Galford steps up and with single fluid movement, slashes and steps back crouching away from his opponent. His blade held before him a guarded position, the way a fencer from Brevoy might except his weapon of choice is obviously eastern in design.

Purple attempts to wing out at Goran once more. But the mace bounces off the cleric's armor. He presses on using his beak.

The Chosen pulls out a scroll with one arm and with the other cast a spell, this time pointing at Goran. [ooc]Goran needs a DC 13 will save or frightened for 1d4 ⇒ 3 rounds. If saved, shaken for one round.

Pathfinders are up

"Surrender, or face Iomedae's holy wrath!"

Kambraxes charges the Chosen.

Longsword+charge: 1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 4 + 2 = 91d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5 Drat!

Galford steps around his companion to gain a flank before once more striking with his unusual style of fighting as he does yet another quick series of thrust.

Attack 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 81d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Precise Strike 1d6 ⇒ 2

getting out scroll and casting are bith standard actions....snd orovoke aoo's

getting out scroll and casting are bith standard actions....snd orovoke aoo's

retrieving stored item is move. Casting is standard. No one was adjacent to The Chosen when he did both of those actions, so no attacks of opportunity

ah...didnt count as stored...and mistook the chosen zs tge guy beside me...ill just shut up now...lolwill: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8

Erashava flicks her wrist, dragging her razor-sharp scimitar across the purple opponent's back...

Attack: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 3 + 2 = 9
Slashing Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8
Precise Strike: 1d6 ⇒ 1

...and striking only his armour!

All good Goran. But you are frightened now for 3 rounds. So you will be fleeing for that time. I will go ahead and say that you withdrawal

Purple takes a five foot step to get out of flank and attacks Galford. And misses both strikes.

The Chosen take a five foot step back from Kambraxes. He pulls a bag from his belt and throw it at the paladins feet. But throws it strait int the dirt instead.

Pathfinders are up

Erashava circles around the battle and swings her scimitar at the purple enemy again, frustrated at her inability to strike!

Attack: 1d20 + 3 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 3 + 2 = 17
Slashing Damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Precise Strike: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Done with slogans and threats, Kambraxes concentrates on the hard working of killing. He is not a vengeful man, but opposes the vile dominance of others with all his might.

Longsword: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 211d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Shield Bash: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 141d4 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Critical Hit Confirmation?: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 141d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Erashava finally lands a hit and takes out the guard.

Kambraxus fells The Chosen in swing.

Combat Over

The pathfinders look around at an empty area. One white robed figure still lays motionless at the ceremony alter, while the other must have took off, possibly to the shrine for shelter.

Mitoko, the troubled acolyte, approaches the party and half shouts at the party in celestial. She takes a moment to collect her thoughts and then speaks in common. "Come with me, we must go to the temple. I know the most direct route, follow me"

You must decide if you want to go with Mitoko or go on your own.

Kambraxes checks the injured for pulses. If there are none, he swiftly follows Mitoko.

Mitoko leads you through the forest, "Hmmm, the blight has changed some of the landscape. My markers have been removed. I am sure this is the way."

Mitoko may need some assistance. Please give me a survival check

Goran comes back to his senses and follows Mitoko with the others.

survival, untrained: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17