Motteditor's Strange Aeons PBP

Game Master motteditor

If it makes you feel better, Lothan, you actually hit twice.

With Tristain acting as normally as he can, the group takes a moment to recover and protect itself. Lothan manages to feather the elder thing twice, and it throws a few more bombs -- burning Starflit ever so slightly 4 hp after resistance before you all gang up on it. Once you're able to see it, it provides little more threat and you're able to hack it to pieces.

Combat over. Might've lasted another round or two, but Al's spell made it pretty elementary, even with it switching to another damage type.

”Well that was tough!” Kyffin chuckles as he ended the combat fully healed.

I have a lot of ways to heal folks… please let me know how wounded you are (hp down) and I’ll top you up.

Kyffin moves through the crowd healing here and there as needed. When it’s done, he smiles at the group. ”Shall we press on then? I still have some juice, though I know we’re all getting weaker in here as tough as it is.”

If it makes you feel better, Lothan, you actually hit twice.

Yay!!! Lol! Heck yeah! It totally does. Especially, after all those single digit, crappy rolls. :D

”Well that was tough!” Kyffin chuckles as he ended the combat fully healed.

I have a lot of ways to heal folks… please let me know how wounded you are (hp down) and I’ll top you up.

Kyffin moves through the crowd healing here and there as needed. When it’s done, he smiles at the group. ”Shall we press on then? I still have...

Giving a real tough-looking *sniff*, "Meh. It wasn't too tough. I knew I could handle these freak shows." His eyes move from one group member to the others before, "I mean 'we'. And I'm ready to move on. I'm good. Although, I guess I could use a bit of healing. Or a lot. You know, whatever." He shrugs, internally hoping he uses the healing wand one hundred thousand times on him because he got tore up pretty good from those stupid bombs.

Hp's 40/142; I'm down 100. Lol! Lothan could PROBABLY use about a million hits from the wand. ;P

Tristain continues to act weirdly: babbling incoherently about sugarlips and the like, lashing out at himself, and others, and generally not doing the normal thing of bonking his head into the wall. He will need healing when the effect ends.

1d8 ⇒ 6 damage
1d8 ⇒ 8 damage

Looks like 57+14=81 damage.

16 charges. Oof.

"I'm sorry, Kyffin. I don't know what came over me. I felt like such an a&&!$+~," Tristain apologizes as he goes to bonk his head against a wall.

Kyffin starts healing Lothan. He starts with two fast healings (60hp), and adds a Cure Serious of his own.
CSW: 3d8 + 15 ⇒ (7, 8, 6) + 15 = 36

Down just 4hp, he leaves it at that.

He turns to poor Tristain, and gives him one fast healing (30hp) and casts three cure moderates.
CMW: 6d8 + 30 ⇒ (5, 2, 8, 1, 2, 1) + 30 = 49

That leaves him down 2hp, which should be OK. "Oh, don't worry about it. They were powerful foes, and you healed me when I needed it. It's all square."

"Anyone else need any?" he looks to Al and Starflit, though he's getting into wand territory.

"Yeah, I could use a bit of healing." Al uses a few charges to heal his remaining wounds.

CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

HP: 108/109

"Let's be extra careful as we continue exploring. There's no telling what traps or creatures are still hiding in here."

Thanks! That's perfect.

Popping his neck from one side to the other, "Appreciate that, big guy. Okay, let's get this show on the road. And like the old man said, let's be careful around this place. We can't just be walking into bomb traps all day. Bomb traps suck and nobody likes them." Lothan takes the lead when they decide to move out, keeping an eye open for every single trap known to Golarion.

Perception: 1d20 + 33 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 33 + 7 = 58 +7 is trapfinding I can see EVERYTHING. ;D

Starflit heals herself multiple times, still looking a bit ragged when she's done. Her Goth Moth mask and wig combo has been pretty much destroyed by all the firebombs, so she rips off its remnants and prepares to go it the rest of the way unmasked. With her plain, simple face, the inquisitor of the Black Butterfly no longer looks intimidating in the least. Giving a wan smile, she offers, "Well, at least I don't look as weird as I did before...."

Starflit cure serious wounds (self): 3d8 + 15 ⇒ (7, 7, 7) + 15 = 36

Starflit cure serious wounds (self): 3d8 + 15 ⇒ (5, 7, 3) + 15 = 30

Starflit cure moderate wounds (self): 2d8 + 10 ⇒ (2, 7) + 10 = 19

Satisfied everyone is at least mostly healed, Kyffin searches the bodies for loot before heading on.

Starlit casts detect magic and aids Kyffin in his search.

Starflit heals herself multiple times, still looking a bit ragged when she's done. Her Goth Moth mask and wig combo has been pretty much destroyed by all the firebombs, so she rips off its remnants and prepares to go it the rest of the way unmasked. With her plain, simple face, the inquisitor of the Black Butterfly no longer looks intimidating in the least. Giving a wan smile, she offers, "Well, at least I don't look as weird as I did before...."

Raising an eyebrow and sporting an incredulous look, "Weird? No way, not you, Butterfly. You're gorgeous, gorgeous, and don't let anyone else tell you different. You can trust ol' Lothan. He won't steer you wrong." He winks, grinning slyly. "And don't think I've forgotten about our dinner date once we're done with all this. Just like you promised." He points and nods emphatically before quickly returning to scouting for traps, wondering...

Maybe? Maybe? Gotta be because Lothan, my friend, you are as smooth as glass. Oh yeah! Man, you should write a book. He ponders that, thinking that idea is pretty dang good.

Tristain is very glad, yet again, that he is not a telepath and lacks the ability to read the thoughts of others. The currently reality is scary enough without adding the thoughts of someone without a third brain cell to wonder how stupid the first two were.

Sigh. Good think my thoughts are normal.

While others search, he will bonk his head against a wall.

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The elder things each have a cloak of resistance +2, and scarlet and blue sphere ioun stone (Intimidate), plus alchemist formula books. They also have five more number chips between them (1, 3, 5, 9, and 10). The mutate had nothing on it.

You are fortunately able to explore the rest of the lab safely.
A small worktable covered with alchemical equipment occupies the eastern corner of the high-ceilinged, five-sided room you enter next. The bottom of a steep ramp begins at the western edge of the room, constructed from the same cold marble as the rest of the building. A five-sided corridor disappears into darkness to the northwest.

PCs who search or take a quick inventory of the materials discover a strange “notebook” made of several thin, gold plates engraved in Aklo. PCs with at least 5 ranks in Craft (alchemy) or who succeed at a DC 20 Knowledge (arcana) check determine the notebook contains research into creating cognatogens that could be administered to creatures other than an alchemist. The research conclusions are illegible, however, as the final plates have been melted, likely through the application of some great heat source.

The next room has a ten-foot-by-five-foot block of greenish black marble at the north end of the pentagon-shaped chamber. A large section of the top of the block has been cut away and lined with a strange steel alloy to form a basin or pool. A scent like a mixture of lavender and ozone lingers in the air. The walls and floor are smooth stone here as elsewhere, but also remarkably clean.

That brings you to the final area of the lab:
A level corridor runs south from the first central area and terminates in a dead end, but careful examination of the south wall reveals a hair-thin outline that suggests it is separate from the corridor, but there is no physical mechanism to move it.

A pentagon is engraved plainly on the surface of the door with a sigil in its center. At each exterior point of the pentagon and at the middle of each straight line is a small five-sided indentation, as if designed to accept some object inserted in each of the 10 slots. See the combat map for a handout

Translated from Aklo, the symbol in the pentagon’s center is the number 19. You think this is likely a mathematical puzzle.

I'll give you a chance to decipher it, but holler if this isn't fun. You can also just attempt a DC 18 Intelligence check to solve it, or try to come up with some other solution.

"Oh, a math puzzle." Kyffin begins slowly, "Not my strong suit really."

"Tristain, you're the smart one, can you figure it out?"

Intelligence Check: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (19) + 0 = 19 vs DC 18

LOL! I think I want to wait to see if Tristain has a clue, or someone else, before Kyffin blurts out his lucky idea.

Intelligence: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

"Math? I like math. Let me see if I can figure this crazy thing out." After studying it for a moment, Lothan shrugs. "Yeah, I got nothing."

I got nothing. I've no idea. I'd need more clues. I like puzzles, but I am NOT very good at them. :P

Starflit moves up to the pentagon door and stands there, hands on her hips, examining it. Well, if you add the 3 numbers on each side of the pentagon's five sides, you get 19--th number in the middle. And you could exchange the positioning in certain ways to keep the total at 19, so long as you keep the 'corner' numbers' and 'middle numbers' consistent. Hmmm...."

Turning to Lothan, she asked, "Did we find all ten numbered chips? If not, which ones are we still missing?"

'Flit could also use ears of the city to try to gain a clue or two. I'll make her rolls in a spoiler below, just in case we opt to go this route--as I'll be busy later today and may not post again.

"Tristain, you're the smart one, can you figure it out?"

Tristain pauses his bonking to look at Kyffin. "Yes? Sure? Maybe? I'll give it a look."

Tristain gives it a looksee.

1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16 Int check

"Maybe we need to put the prime numbers in line in accordance with Gustav's Theory of Feline Reality, maximizing the radial entries with diametrical opposites?" Tristain suggests.

Kyffin is able to figure it out: This is a mathematical puzzle that emphasizes the elder things’ preference for odd numbers, especially 5. The stone door slides up into the wall when all the number chips are placed in the slots such that the three numbers on every straight line equal 19. LOL; the handout I copied actually had the solution. Whoops...

A familiar-looking column stands in the southern point of this room. Two metal objects stand on either side of the stela, mounted on a metal apparatus to hold them in place. The objects are long, thin, rectangular sheets of silver metal that are curved to a semicircle, resembling a tube cut lengthwise, and they cup the stela from a few feet on either side. Cables run from the objects and snake upward, disappearing into the stone wall. Blinking lights and a series of changing symbols emanate from directly inside the stone wall. A soft hum fills the room.

A pentagonal section of stone can be found on the southwest wall. It is approximately shoulder height and the size of a human palm. When pressed, it causes the southeast wall to slide away to reveal a small compartment with a strange container: a chest-sized box made of an unusual silvery metal that resembles chrome-plated steel. The locking mechanism is a combination lock with five dials with numbers written
on them in the Elder Thing language.

Turning to Lothan, she asked, "Did we find all ten numbered chips? If not, which ones are we still missing?"

Nodding, "Yep. We got 'em all."

"Maybe we need to put the prime numbers in line in accordance with Gustav's Theory of Feline Reality, maximizing the radial entries with diametrical opposites?" Tristain suggests.

Staring annoyingly at Tristain, "Seriously? You know, I think he just made all that crap up. I don't think any of that means anything." He shakes his head, choosing not to believe it. Mainly because he didn't understand a single word of it.

LOL; the handout I copied actually had the solution. Whoops...

Are you freaking kidding me?! Lol! Of course you did! What better way to hide an answer? Right in front of everyone's eyes. Ugh. And here I am, looking for "What's the point of the numbers?" Lol! I make things more difficult than they appear to really be, that's MY special ability. And I can do that AT WILL by the way. ;P

A pentagonal section of stone can be found on the southwest wall. It is approximately shoulder height and the size of a human palm. When pressed, it causes the southeast wall to slide away to reveal a small compartment with a strange container: a chest-sized box made of an unusual silvery metal that resembles chrome-plated steel. The locking mechanism is a combination lock with five dials with numbers written on them in the Elder Thing language.

Catching sight of the fancy-looking container, Lothan's interest is piqued. "Well, well, well, what have we here, hm? This looks like an interesting challenge." Pulling out his tools, Lothan pops his neck on one side and then the other before getting to work.

Disable Device: 1d20 + 37 ⇒ (7) + 37 = 44

It isn't long after that the little lock pops. "Um... okay. Not near the challenge I thought. I guess ol' Lothan is just too stinking good. Don't applaud, people, just throw coin." He grins wryly.

Starflit talks through some theories about how all the weird equipment in this area might function. She sincerely hopes his brain has returned from its weird excursion into mathematics and Feline Reality theory.

I'll have 'Flit use the Aid Another action to help Tristain with a Knowledge (arcana) check; I'd need to roll a 15+ for her to hit the DC herself, and I don't think the Dice Roller likes me that much.

"You know, I think he just made all that crap up."

Tristain looks at Lothan.

How did he know that? There could be a rule about Feline Reality.

Tristain chooses *not* to focus on the idea that Lothan might be able to read his mind, and also, might be really smart, and returns to the tasks at hand.

1d20 + 27 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 27 + 2 = 43 Know (Arcana)

Feel free to read spoiler.

His task done, he steps WELL back to let Lothan do his job as he waits for the inevitable explosion or swearing or 'OMGThisVampireIsEatingMyFace'.

Surprised when that doesn't come up, he will move to identify the items within.

"Wow, this is one hot rod," he says, holding up the Rod of Lordly Might. "But it's too heavy for me to use correctly, but man, if I could." He will offer the rod around.

Following the rules of feline reality, Al steps way back from the power collecting stela before it gets disabled by someone with more curiosity. "That thing looks dangerous, be careful with it."

Al will pass on the rod of lordly low DCs

"That's quite a fantastic rod! And a curious collection of other oddities." He'll help pack away what is not wanted for now at least, and consider the device.

"We should disable this thing so our later work is uninterrupted by it. Anyone have any suggestions?" He considers using the 'open doors' function of the rod to smash bits of it, but waits for a better suggestion than brute strength.

Tristain shrugs at Kyffin’s question, not seeing a problem with it. If no one else can follow the party to endure the horrors that the party has, he would consider that a job well done.

”Sure.” Tristain offers lukewarm agreement.

With no better suggestions, you carefully smash the power collectors. The
entire facility vibrates steadily for 23 seconds while a siren can be heard outside (one loud enough to be heard faintly in this underground room) before both events stop abruptly.

Despite your concerns, you perform the ritual, which goes off without interruption. You have one more nexus you must visit.

Just coming to an idea a bit too late as Kyffin commences with the smashing, "Ah, man, I just had the strangest idea. I was thinking, 'Cut the red one!' in a last-minute-save-your-life type way." He taps on his chin, pondering that odd thought.

Kyffin smiles as the alarm fades, "Well there's that then. One more to go."

Lothan, do you want the ring? I or others can load spells into it for you if there’s stuff you’d like to have handy. It’d be good in the hands of a non-caster.

If no one else claims it though, Kyffin will reach for the ring. Not only for the spells in it now, or rather spell - air walk. But also for what he could place in it himself. It would extend his range considerably. He is also disinterested in the rod of lordly might, but he stows the valuable item carefully.

When the ring is sorted, he suggests, "Let us begin to trek to the next nexus - but we should be cautious. It has been a long day, and we should take on the final nexus fresh I think."

How far is the nexus from where we are?

After giving it some thought, I think I'll pass. Don't really think there's much out there for him anyway. All good here.

Nodding, "Fresh is good."

No real interest in anything from Starflit either.

Starflit nods at Kyffin's words. "I still have all of my most powerful spell slots remaining, if we want to at least start heading toward the next star stella."

"I could do either. I mean, my throat is pretty sore from all the screaming, but I'm flexible," Tristain says, wishing to go back to someplace much less awful, like the place with the door that screamed and cried blood.

Unless we are resting, Tristain begins to track the next nexus, trying to figure out where to go.

if the nexus takes us to another realm, let's head for that and rest before we go through, or rest here if it seems safe and the journey to the nexus is less than a day

"Let's make for the nexus and get out of this cursed realm before any other mutations wake up from their long slumber. The quicker we're back home the better." Al starts preparing to depart in hopes that the nexus is nearby.

Erich Zann guides you to his home nexus, a trip long enough that you can rest before crossing over. You arrive in a place called Paree -- though he says, oddly, it's spelled Paris -- a strange place where the streets are mostly empty save for a handful of deranged lunatics or unfortunate souls who read The King in Yellow, found themselves lost in this terrible world, and now hide behind boarded-up windows and doors just to survive.

He leads you to a cobbled street that begins south of a river he calls the Seine pronounced Sen; again you're not sure why there are extra letters in the name, and crosses it twice over large bridges of black stone. The river here has a foul smell, and the light from Carcosa’s black suns is particularly dim.

Once past the northernmost bridge, the street becomes very narrow and precariously steep, occasionally nothing more than flights of steps with rails. Toward its end, the street becomes a patchwork of cobble, paving stones, and bare earth with struggling greenish-gray vegetation that ends at an ivy-covered wall. One house in particular stands taller than all the others, a rickety five-story building with a garret room. The attic room directly under the peaked roof has a window that faces west and overlooks the border between this nexus and the next.

This is Erich Zann’s personal residence, the third to the last house on the street. He lives in the garret room, and at his request the fifth floor is entirely unoccupied.

Eights Leng ghoul disciple maintain a vigil over the house and at the sight of him, presumably healthy and hale, they are overjoyed. They quickly surround him defensively until they learn of your role in his rescue. These particular ghouls, though still evil, hold their monstrous natures in check. They do not subscribe to the practice of murder to obtain flesh, especially since there is no shortage of corpses and those unfortunates who willingly submit to swift, merciful deaths to be spared their tragic existence in Carcosa.

Once introductions are made, the ghouls inform Erich that the nexus has been torn apart in his absence. Whereas Erich once commanded the Leng ghouls by appealing to their love of knowledge, a powerful, savage ghoul named Armel has arisen to take his place. Armel has organized many of the Leng ghouls into a semblance of a military police organization. At first, it seemed this action was intended to maintain order, but Erich’s allies report that Armel’s reign has become violent and erratic. The Leng ghouls who have embraced civility, as well as the unfortunate human refugees here, suffer under his tyranny.

Once this has all become clear, Erich makes a plea: He asks that your rid the Paris still pronounces Paree nexus of Armel, so that he can reassert reason over the ghoul community and restore it to the small sanctuary it was before he left. He promises you three powerful magical treasures that could aid you in whatever tasks still await you.

If you ask about the Star Stela, Erich tells you he believes it is in the ruins of something called the Eiffel Tower, a great iron structure at the end of the river.

1d24 ⇒ 9

Kyffin is happy to have some time to recover before reaching the next nexus. He finds it somewhat darker and more morose than he expected. Ghouls? he thinks to himself, but keeps his trap shut. He’ll take whatever allies he can in this crazy place.

”Too bad it’s not more of a going concern. We have loot to sell!” he shrugs, ”But I suggest we help good Erich Zann. After all he’s helped us. We can deal with this Armel fellow, and then see if we can find the tower.”

Rolling his eyes, "Bien sûr. Toujours à la rescousse. Mais c'est quoi ce stupide Paris ? Ça a l'air fou." Shaking his head, he pauses and cocks an eyebrow.

Looking at the others inquisitively, "Quelqu'un peut-il me dire ce que c'était?" Eyes going wide, the frustration is now completely obvious.

"Arrête ! Arrête ! Arrête !"

Shaking his head in utter annoyance, "Je déteste cet endroit."

Lol, what did I just read? Is this like Book 5 of Reign of Winter?

Tristain listens to Erich and frowns. The places, the names, the everything seem...so wrong. After about half the explanation, he goes to the walk to bonk, trying to rid the horrors from his mind. And as soon as Lothan starts speaking, his efforts double.

"Holy hell. That sounds like an unholy hell."

Tristain tries to piece things together about this place, wondering if he might know anything that might help at the moment.

1d20 + 27 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 27 + 2 = 44 Know (Geography?Planes?Local?)

Tristain suspects this nexus is only partially formed. What exists is a mere copy and not even the entirety of the original, which likely comes from a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. He suspects they melt cheese into wine, so it's not all bad. Also, very thin pancakes. And wine. And delicious long loaves of bread. And wine. And when there's not a lot of wine, there's probably a lot of butter. So definitely not all bad.

At first Al is taken aback by the ghouls, but when the party's task becomes killing worse ghouls he relaxes a little. He finds himself hoping Lothan will taunt the ghouls a second time, especially any dressed in silly armor. "Right, kill the bad ghouls and find a tower, that should be easier than the last realm. That tower will be an easy landmark to spot, we can probably see it from the top of any building."

if anyone can cast Hide From Undead that may help a bunch in this leg of the adventure

Not sure how helpful a Hide from Undead will be with this line...
"If a warded creature attempts to channel positive energy, turn or command undead, touches an undead creature, or attacks any creature (even with a spell), the spell ends for all recipients." That said, I'll prep one.

"Agreed then? Starflit?"

Starflit seems absolutely flummoxed by the words of Lothan and Tristain's bonking. Nonetheless, she gives Kyffin a quick nod and says, "Sounds good to me."

Tristain is ready to go. He doesn't quite believe what he's seeing and wonders if the architects of this hell-realm know what they are doing. And it worries him even more that Lothan seems so comfortable here.

"Holy hell. That sounds like an unholy hell."

Giving a defeated nod, "C'est vraiment un enfer impie," he says with such a beautiful accent, shrugging.

Angling his attention toward the nearest wall, Je me demande... He looks to Tristain and then back to the wall before raising an eyebrow and thinking, Tu veux dire que je 'pense' aussi ces conneries ?! Tu te moques de moi.

Lothan takes another long look at the wall, seriously considering doing something he would NEVER do in his right mind, but shakes it off... for now.

At first Al is taken aback by the ghouls, but when the party's task becomes killing worse ghouls he relaxes a little. He finds himself hoping Lothan will taunt the ghouls a second time, especially any dressed in silly armor. "Right, kill the bad ghouls and find a tower, that should be easier than the last realm. That tower will be an easy landmark to spot, we can probably see it from the top of any building."

"Agreed then? Starflit?"

Starflit seems absolutely flummoxed by the words of Lothan and Tristain's bonking. Nonetheless, she gives Kyffin a quick nod and says, "Sounds good to me."

With his bow in hand, Lothan points and says, "Allons-y!" before taking the lead and keeping his eyes peeled for trouble.

Perception: 1d20 + 33 ⇒ (17) + 33 = 50

Not sure what we're supposed to do... just search around? If so, we can air walk communal to get to a high point and look for the tower I suppose.

Sorry, yeah. Continuing to have a big deadline coming up, and press problems mean my daily work deadlines are way earlier than usual, which is difficult.

Erich’s ghoul allies explains that Armel is said to frequent a nightclub called Cabaret du Oubli that was built to resemble one in the Montmartre district in “the other Paris” on Earth.

As you make your way there, that section of the city is quieter and less chaotic. Fewer cries are heard in the distance. Many businesses still appear looted, but there is less vandalism and there are fewer burned-out buildings. Several large structures and monuments in the distance appear to be controlled by large groups of creatures in military camps. Snatches of mist and fog grow thicker around the river. This section of Paris is under the control of the gendarmes and their captain, the Leng ghoul Armel. The gendarmes foster a sense of order and security, but without a balanced and just leader, they are little more than a street gang—albeit one with uniforms and an air of legitimacy and entitlement.

The exterior of the establishment is a gruesome facade featuring thousands of bones and skulls surrounding a monstrous open mouth that frames the front door to the cabaret.

A pair of Leng ghouls can be found outside the main entrance. They wear dark blue military uniforms, caps, and ponchos, with revolvers and white military batons at their sides. They look at you with apparently boredom, continuing to smoke their cigarettes without concern.

”I don’t think we can really stealth these guys, so lets just hit ‘em in the front door and work our way up. Everybody ready?”

In anticipation of trouble, Kyffin casts Air Walk Communal (40 min each for Albert, Lothan, and Starflit, 30min for Kyffin) and Magic Circle against Evil on himself (150m). Of course he previously cast Magic Vestment after breakfast on his buckler (15h). He’ll also request his heroism now so he’s ready.

Lastly, when everyone is ready, he’ll cast Bull's Strength then charge the door thugs.

In case they’re within 60’
Scimitar: 1d20 + 18 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 18 + 6 = 40 (bull, hero, charge)
damage: 2d6 + 18 + 2 ⇒ (6, 3) + 18 + 2 = 29 (bull)

critthreat Scimitar: 1d20 + 18 + 10 ⇒ (20) + 18 + 10 = 48 (bull, hero, charge, crit)
damage: 2d6 + 18 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (2, 1) + 18 + 2 + 2 = 25 (bull, 2hp fire)

”I don’t think we can really stealth these guys, so lets just hit ‘em in the front door and work our way up. Everybody ready?”

Nodding, Lothan pulls out a vial(Bull's strength) and drinks it. Once he notices the one Bharak is charging, Lothan aims for the other one, trying to fill it full of holes.

Attack the 'other' one; Clustered shots

Studied target +4/Rapid shot/Deadly Aim/Haste
+2 Adaptive composite longbow: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (4) + 23 = 27
Damage: 1d8 + 18 ⇒ (3) + 18 = 21
Sneak Attack: 6d6 ⇒ (4, 3, 4, 4, 6, 3) = 24

(Rapid Shot)+2 Adaptive composite longbow: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (17) + 23 = 40
Damage: 1d8 + 18 ⇒ (2) + 18 = 20
Sneak Attack: 6d6 ⇒ (3, 4, 5, 2, 6, 3) = 23

+2 Adaptive composite longbow: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (13) + 18 = 31
Damage: 1d8 + 18 ⇒ (3) + 18 = 21
Sneak Attack: 6d6 ⇒ (4, 5, 2, 2, 6, 6) = 25

+2 Adaptive composite longbow: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (18) + 13 = 31
Damage: 1d8 + 18 ⇒ (8) + 18 = 26
Sneak Attack: 6d6 ⇒ (3, 3, 4, 4, 3, 6) = 23

AC 30; Hp's 138/142

Just throwing these out for "just in case" purposes. Not exactly sure what's legal at this point, but use whatever is usable and disregard whatever needs disregarding. Because I'm not real sure if I can full attack, attack, or whatever at this point.

Tristain is just about to offer a series of crisp, clear orders, revealing a brilliant pattern of attack what would use the party's resources to the fullest. The tactical genius of the plan would have put any general to shame.

And, instead, he just stares dumbly as Kyffin Leroy's the main entrance. He shrugs and follows. He's topped off his magics and will offer a haste to make the suicide mission go faster.

Tristain's Haste: Round 1/15. You feel an urgent need to bonk your head on a wall, this can be overcome by acting quickly and decisively. If you choose to act quickly and decisively, then get +1 to attx/reflex yadayadayada. Otherwise, choose to enjoy a nice wall bonk, which is also lovely.

Al is about to suggest a fine use of Hide from Undead to complement Tristain's brilliant tactical planning, however...

Leeroy Jenkins!

...instead he charges along after Kyffin and attacks the opposite guard.

Curve blade, power attack, focus: 1d20 + 22 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 22 + 1 + 2 = 44
Damage: 1d10 + 5 + 12 ⇒ (6) + 5 + 12 = 23

possible crit...

Curve blade, power attack, focus: 1d20 + 22 + 1 + 2 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 22 + 1 + 2 + 4 = 49
Damage: 1d10 + 5 + 12 ⇒ (8) + 5 + 12 = 25

wow, apparently DiceBot approves of Leeroy

Starflit joins the fray, adding bane (undead) to her magic starknife as she hurls it at both guards. She catches the weapon as it returns to her.

Starflit +2 returning starknife ranged (bane, PBS?): 1d20 + 15 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 15 + 4 = 37 for magic, piercing damage (bane, Startoss): 1d4 + 2 + 4 + 6 + 4d6 ⇒ (2) + 2 + 4 + 6 + (4, 4, 2, 1) = 25

...and on to the second target.

Starflit +2 returning starknife ranged (bane, PBS?): 1d20 + 15 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 15 + 4 = 36 for magic, piercing damage (bane, Startoss): 1d4 + 2 + 4 + 6 + 4d6 ⇒ (4) + 2 + 4 + 6 + (3, 1, 3, 4) = 27

I was going to point out that, depending how far 'Flit is from the Leng ghouls, there might be some range penalties to her attacks, but I believe the unusually high rolls make that point moot. I didn't figure Point-Blank Shot's bonus into the attack or damage rolls.

This was a role-playing challenge! LOL! That said, your approach also works! Especially with those ridiculous rolls.

You suddenly slaughter the first of the ghoul guards before he's even aware you're there.

"Non, s'il te plaît. Tu n'as pas besoin de me tuer aussi!" the other calls out, dropping his cigarette to the floor and raising his hands over his head.