Motteditor's Savage Tide (Inactive)

Game Master motteditor

"Treasure, maybe. There's probably no damsels unless you want a statue like what Khaz was.

"Try rubbing some more of that stuff on one of 'em - you never know, you might get lucky"

Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22

Sekathral sniggers, loading up his crossbow and following Zstelian and Silvio as they move east.

Understood. Anytime we're in one of those low passages, Kayle is perched on Zstelian's shoulder.

Zstelian waits for the brave sea captain to lead the way.

"There you are! There's the woman we all know and love!" Silvio exclaims as Khazmia is returned to her non petrified self. He gives the sorceress a warm embrace and winces as there's probably a cracked rib underneath his chain shirt. "Silvio must have tripped on the basilisk", he excuses himself and accepts Zstelian's healing with grace. "That is a pleasant remedy. Is there anything left? The basilisk seems to have left a mark on Silvio's leg"

About 22 hit points left to full health. Anyone able to top me off?

Once he's restored Silvio takes point and enters the dungeon with his sword drawn. "Silvio is in need of a light"

Zstelian shakes the wand to measure its remaining capacity and then gives Silvio a few more hits.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28 Perception in cave

Any magic on the statue?

Kyson stays behind Khaz as they walk.

"Oh hey, Khaz! Here's your scarf back. Thanks for letting me not die because I had it," Kyson hands the neatly folded scarf back to the 'princess'.

* * *
Silvio needs light? OH!

"I'm on it. Sarenrae likes the light too. She brings it to the darks parts of Golarion and our own souls." Kyson will cast light on Silvio's blade.

"Wha? Oh, It's good to be back, Silvio. " Her companions' effusive greetings send a shiver down her back as Khaz considers how closely she came to being home decor. She hugs him back, noticing the wince and the odd movement and let's go immediately.

"Oh! Yes, definitely. You should have those looked at before..ahh, just before." having just been de-stoned, she feels funny warning someone about their health.

1d20+10 Perception in cave

Any magic on the statue?

Kyson stays behind Khaz as they walk.

"Oh hey, Khaz! Here's your scarf back. Thanks for letting me not die because I had it," Kyson hands the neatly folded scarf back to the 'princess'.

"Thank you Kyson. And thank you for the prayers too. And killing the basilisk. You were really very brave, you know." she presses a kiss to the scarf and drapes it around her head and shoulders once more.

Entering the easternmost tunnel, you find a huge statue of a lumbering man outfitted in decayed skins and cracked skulls, his gaping and tusked mouth wide enough to swallow a halfling whole standing to the north. A battered but once intricately carved well sits to the south. The whole area is littered with skulls and shards of rusted metal.

Map

Silvio wrinkles his nose skeptically at the bones and the statue. "What kind of ruin was this again?" he asks Urol.

Kyson gives the statue a good look.

Any knowledge check? Was it previously alive?

"Anyone know why this room existed? Sure is weird. And what drug all the skulls in here? Was it the stoneeye we kilt?" Kyson asks the air.

Khaz checks out the statue, her tongue touching on her own tusks as she ponders the differences. How big is big? Large sized? and I'm with Kyson, knowledges? Arcana, dungeoneering, local?

knowledges: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20 +1 more if it's dungeoneering

"Oh, it was an ancient civilization that aparently died out centuries ago," he replies distractedly as he looks at the statue, pulling out a quill pen and sheet of parchment. "Fascinating, fascinating."

He seems oblivious to the bones littering the room.

Khaz, you believe it was probably intended to represent a leader of the culture, perhaps even a demigod, though you have no idea who it's intended to be.

"Well finish up your notes", Zstelian says. "This trip is starting to feel like a bad idea."

Kyson keeps watch near the caves entrance, admiring the sunshine.

"Hmm...he must have been someone important. A god, perhaps, or a very fine actor. Maybe they brought the skulls as offering, Kyson."

"Watch yer feet, mates"

Sekathral looks about him, more interested in staying alive than exploring the past.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (16) + 11 = 27

As you look around Sekathral, you notice the glint of gold among the bones. Before you can look further, though, you see a horrid mass of eyes, mouths, and formless flesh slither up the well shaft.

If everyone but Kyson and Silvio want to post actions, I'll do that as Round 1, then start Round 2 with it at the top of the order. Assume you're all within 30 feet at the start of the round.

Arcana: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Zstelian sucks in a breath at the sight of the horrific creature.

Without losing a beat he does what he always does when confronted with horrible monsters - he throws sharp objects at it.

Javelin /w PB: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10
Damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Javelin /w PB: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21
Damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

"Boy, tell me know what that thing is and how to kill it..."

"So, what treasures can Silvio expect to find here?", the brave chelaxian asks and prods the statue absently with his sword.

know arcana: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

"Ewww! What is that thing?!

but with all those eyes, how can she not try to color spray it down the well? Assuming she can get the shot off before her companions are in the area, of course.

Round 1, initiative 5
ac 25, touch 18, fleet-footed 17
fort +5, ref +4, will +0
cmd 20 (21 vs disarm)
hp 39/44
effects: Full defense

His mind idly occupied with the statue Silvio is late to notice the impending danger. Although when he does he bravely strides forward to confront the new enemy. ”Yield, foul creature, and you may go on your way. Fail to comply and Silvio shall run you through.”, Silvio informs the creature and points his sword at it in a threatining manner.

Move action to engage the beast
Full defense as a standard action

Round 1, init 22

"Saint's t*ts! Get back down the well, Timmy!"

Barking out phrases at random, no doubt due to shock and/or delirium tremens, Sekathral looses a crossbow bolt at the party's new playmate, missing by miles.

Attk: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8 Attk: 1d8 ⇒ 6

1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12 Know(Arcana)

Kyson didn't read this chapter when he was copying a new The Book of Screwed Up Monsters.

Kyson awaits his turn to fail again.

Sekathral's shot flies wide as does Zstelian's first javelin. The second lands in the creature's gelatinous flesh but seems to do little damage as it simply flows around it.

With nothing impeding her, Khazmia casts, sending a spray of brilliant hues toward the creature. Despite its many eyes, though, the creature seems to simply ignore the cascade of colors, as it begins to keen.

As the horrible noise wracks your brains, making thought itself difficult, it spits a stream of acid at Zstelian's eyes. Need Will save DC 13 or be confused, as the spell, for 1 round; Zstelian needs DC 18 Fort save or be blinded for 1d4 rounds

It slithers forward 10 feet; it's not fast enough to reach any of you immediately, but its many mouths seem to reach toward you, clearly hungry for your flesh and blood.

Urol spins around at the noise and tries to cover his ears, but the sound seems to be too much for the gnome, who babbles incoherently: "ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn."

Round 2, Init First

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18 Will Save

Kyson shakes his head, getting the babbling out of his mind.

Sounds like Sekathral talk. Like that bugger talk. When he's drunk. Also when he's not drunk.

Kyson tries to get a shot in before Silvio gets in the way of his fires.

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (20) + 6 = 26 touch to hit;
1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7 fire damage. 5/8 used.

Edit, pot crit:
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (10) + 6 = 16 touch to hit;
1d6 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7 fire damage.

Round 2, Init 20

Will: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14
Fort: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (14) + 9 = 23

Zstelian covers his ears and wipes the goop from his eyes.

Noting that his javelins were less than effective, he pulls a pair of his bladed disks and tries them.

Chakram /w PB minus melee: 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 7 - 4 = 19
Damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

Chakram /w PB minus melee: 1d20 + 7 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 7 - 4 = 10
Damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Will save: 1d20 ⇒ 1 => failed! => confused for 1 round
Confused result: 1d100 ⇒ 2 => Act normally \o/

Round 2, initiative 5
ac 23, touch 16, fleet-footed 17
fort +5, ref +4, will +0
cmd 20 (21 vs disarm)
hp 39/44
effects: combat expertise

The noise makes its way to Silvio’s ears but fails to more than throw his aim off, as his weakwilled mind struggles to make sense of the message.

Standard action to attack: 1d20 + 11 - 2 ⇒ (1) + 11 - 2 = 10 (-2 combat expertise), 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (4) + 3 = 7

Oh, that's alot of low rolls for a single post....

Round 2, init 22, HP 29/29, AC 19

Will save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Confused result: 1d100 ⇒ 53

"Aaagh! Get them off! GET THEM OFF!"

Sekathral, seeing big pink spiders crawling up his legs and into his britches, slashes at his thighs in an attempt to drive the imaginary vermin away

Dmg: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

Round 2, Init 18

will save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

Khazmia forces herself to focus, repeating a prayer to the goddess to block out the noise. Our Lady of Light, blessed be thy fiery redemption... Our Lady of Light, blessed be thy flaming grace....

Khazmia shoots an acidic ray at the creature, then steps back.

acidic ray, ranged touch: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 231d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

As Urol babbles and Sekathral tries to rid himself of imaginary spiders, Kyson's fireball and Khazmia's acidic ray hit the thing center mass, causing its many mouths to let out cries of pain and distress and filling the room with a sickly pork smell. No crits possible with this thing.

Silvio rushes forward, but the horrific noise proves distracting and the Chelaxian's blade flies far wide of the fleshy creature.

Zstelian hits it with one of his chakrams, but againit seems to do less damage than it should, much of the cut sealing itself back up almost immediately.

The thing continues to keen, the distracting noise rending your brains Another DC 13 Will save or be confused 1 round; anyone who succeeded before is immune, as some of its mouths again spit acid at Zstelian. DC 18 Fort save or be blinded for 1d4 rounds

At the same time, it lurches up, a number of mouths flowing toward and biting at Silvio. A couple manage to draw blood 7 hp and try to latch on though he's able to rip himself free from its gnashing teeth.

Will: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
Fort: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (10) + 8 = 18

Hmm... Zstelian is confused but the monster just spit acid in his eyes. Am I to assume the acid came before the confusion?

Round 3, Init Uh...near the top

"Ugh! Look at that thing! It's hideous!" Kyson says of one of the locked combatants...then turns his attention again to the gibbering mouther.

"Silvio? Are you okay?"

Finally a creature with enough mouths to satisfy Silvio!

Kyson rears back again, tossing another ball of fire.

1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 6 - 4 = 21 touch to hit (combat);
1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 fire damage.

Round 3, init 22, HP 29/29, AC 19

Will save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8

Confused result: 1d100 ⇒ 50

"Ooh shoobopshoobop shanglangrangalang bom bom diggybombom rambamrammalamma DING DONG"

The spiders have gone, so to celebrate, Sekathral rolls about on the floor and tries to have a sing-off with whatever-it-is in a voice that sounds like someone mincing a live raccoon.

They came at the same time, Zstelian. I'd say the confusion came first, considering it was a continued action from the previous round in terms of it continuing to gibber.

Round 3, Init 18

As it seemed to hurt it once, Khaz will throw another acidic ray at the creature. Since her friends are in close, she'll climb on the wall to get a better shot.

ranged touch attack minus firing into combat: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 4 - 4 = 161d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

Round 3, Init 20

Zstelian stagger about for a moment, dazed and confused by the monster's screaming. After another glob of spittle hits his forehead, things become crystal clear and the old ranger hurls two more chakram at it.

Attack /w PB and melee penalty: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20
Damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Attack /w PB and melee penalty: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (18) + 3 = 21
Damage: 1d8 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Will save: 1d20 ⇒ 12 => failed! => confused for 1 round
Confused result: 1d100 ⇒ 61 => Attack self

Round 3, initiative 5
ac 21, touch 14, fleet-footed 17
fort +5, ref +4, will +0
cmd 20 (21 vs disarm)
hp 27/44
effects: combat expertise

Silvio is about to anwsers Kyson when the voices overcome the chelaxian. He swings wildly in the air and accidently cuts himself in the arm.

Damage to self: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

"Oh! Where in the world did that thing come from," Urol exclaims as he shrugs off the effects of its gibbering. "Can you kill it?"

Kyson and Khazmia, trying to do just that, hit it with another ball of fire and blast of acid, sending more acrid smoke into the cavern.

Sekathral celebrates the absence of the spiders as Zstelian comes back to his senses and throws two more chakram at the creature. They slice into it, but again, the cuts in the gelatinously fleshy beast seem to mostly close quickly. Though the first blade seems to leave an impressive injury, the second seems to barely be more than a scratch instead of a gaping wound.

Silvio, overcome by the noise the creature's making, cuts himself as the creature bites at him again. It scores several more hits, but he's again able to pull free as it tries to hold on to him. 7 hp damage

"No idea where it came from", Zstelian answers. "And I don't really care right now."

After quickly pulling two more javelins, Zstelian tosses them and calls out.

"Get back Silvio!"

Attack /w PB and melee penalty: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (19) + 3 = 22
Damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Attack /w PB and melee penalty: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Damage: 1d6 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Will save: 1d20 ⇒ 14 => success \o/

Round 4, initiative 5
ac 23, touch 16, fleet-footed 17
fort +5, ref +4, will +0
cmd 20 (21 vs disarm)
hp 20/44
effects: combat expertise

Silvio manages to chase away the voices for a moment and come to his senses. "Back? Silvio never left", he says with a wink and stabs at the creature.

Standard action to attack: 1d20 + 11 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 11 - 2 = 18 (-2 combat expertise), damage 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5

"No idea where it came from", Zstelian answers. "And I don't really care right now."

Round 4, Init 18

"Agreed. Let's just send it back, shall we?"

one more acid ray against the thing.: 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 - 4 = 31d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

err...or not.

Round 4, Init 24ish

"Hi-ho, Pagans! Howdily-doodily-do! Cockily-doodily-doo, good buddies. Hididdily-ho, paradise dwellers! Ooh, that looks scrum-diddily-doodily-duddily..." Kyson enjoins the babbling.

There. That should convince them that I'm just like them!

Kyson gathers himself to take another shot at the mouther.

1d20 + 6 - 4 ⇒ (10) + 6 - 4 = 12 touch to hit;
1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3 fire damage.

Round 4, init 22, HP 22/29, AC 19

Will save: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Confused result: 1d100 ⇒ 23 Act normally

Sekathral blinks for a second, now back in circulation, then narrows his eyes at the horrific Thing From Beyond in front of him.

Right, you!

Attk: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26

Dmg: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

"Oooh, try not to kill it if you can! Perhaps it's willing to talk and can tell us more about the ruins!" Urol calls out from the back of the group.

Despite his entreaties, you continue to flail away at the horrible creature. Kyson and Khazmia's spells miss, their aim possibly thrown off by its horrible noise.

Zstelian's first chakram and Silvio and Sekathral's blades all hit it, but again its wounds seem to close up almost immediately, though the accumulated total does seem to be taking its effects.

Still, it spits at Zstelian again -- though the ranger's able to blink the acidic goop out of his eyes -- and continues to bite at Silvio as well as Sekathral as it gibbers, hitting both of them once. 3 hp to Seka; 4 to Silvio A couple of the mouths latch on but Zstelian hits it with another chakram, apparently causing one final wound too many and it collapses into a disgusting puddle of flesh, eyes and teeth.

"Oh," Urol exclaims, looking a bit crestfallen.

"I'm going to pretend you didn't ask us to capture that thing alive", Zstelian hisses as he wipes more acidic goop from his eyes.

"We're here so you can explore these ruins but I'm not letting you put any of us in anymore danger than we're already in."

The old ranger hustles over to retrieve his various thrown weapons, wiping them off as he stows them.

"Everyone okay?"

Note to self: Get throwing hammers...

"Well, that sucked." Kyson says aloud, looking from side to side to see who got his 'joke'.

"Get it, Seka? It has lots of mouths and wanted to bite you! Get it?!"

"had you mentioned that first, I might have put it in a pit to buy some time, but after the reptile, it seemed reckless to risk it, Urol!"

"Well, that sucked." Kyson says aloud, looking from side to side to see who got his 'joke'.

"Get it, Seka? It has lots of mouths and wanted to bite you! Get it?!"

"Mate, I'm not having that thing's head in my lap. And I'm not sure where you get off trying to talk to it, cully", he says to the gnome. "It didn't seem to be in the mood for refined conversation, to say the least"

He wanders off, attempting to rub the acidic spittle from his face with his turban and cursing horribly, and peers down the well.

Perception: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13

With the round mound of sound dead, Kyson will move into the room and cast Detect Magic. He will spend some time slowly looking about, collecting treasure and looking for magic.

"I wonder what it was doing here."

"Oh, well, certainly, I didn't mean for anyone to get hurt!" Urol says, stepping back from the confrontation with Zstelian. "I just thought, well, who knows how long it's been here."

Sekathral, you don't see anything in the well. However, helping Kyson look through the bones for a half-hour while the gnome takes notes about features in the room, you do find six turqoise gems worth 50 gp each, a dagger that radiates magic +1, what at first appears to be an ivory wand but is in fact a folded fan of ivory slats worth 180 gp a platinum bracelet worth 230 gp an an assortment of mostly old gold coins 124 gp worth.

By the time you've finished collecting it, Urol appears to have forgotten Zstelian's words and seems much happier. "Shall we go explore the other entrance now," he asks excitedly. "I hope it's as interesting as this one has been."

"Other entrance? Oh," Kyson replies while looking one last time down the well. "Do you guys think there is anything down here? Besides water, I mean."

Probably just more monsters. No damsels.

Kyson packs up the loot and follows Urol.

"Urol, how do you think that mouthmonster and the basilizard both survived and didn't kill each other? I mean, both jerkmonsters seemed really angry and lived so close together. Wouldn't they have fought already? Or maybe the mouthmonster has another exit down there where it usually hunted."