Oykiv´s Frozen Fingers of Midnight subtier 1-2 (Inactive)

Game Master Oykiv

Silver Warden stands up and turns to the man to cast a spell.

Color spray, DC14

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Thruggs feels cold inside him, but his constitution resists its worst effects. For now.

Anibal cures Silver Warden and moves upstairs as M`boka and Thrugg. An Merisiel recovers her consciousness to see how Beingirr doesn't resist Silver Warden spell and becomes blind and stunned.

Will save;how many: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 82d4 ⇒ (3, 4) = 7

With three warriors surrounding him and unable to defend himself Beingirr is easily reduced. Or killed if you want this way

PLayer status after combat:
Thrugg (affected by the Beacon)
M'boka (-7 HP)
Silver Warden (-8 HP)

Merisiel groans and stirs, just in time to see the fight reach its conclusion.

"Does some one have more rope to tie up this man? Mine is around our first captive."

Anibal starts going through his backpack. In a moment, he produces a rope, still wet from the short swim.

"Well. At least it's harder to break now."

Afterwards, he approaches Beingirr and takes anything that might cause issues off him. Holy symbol, weapons, potions, wands... THE LANTERN... And so on and so forth.

As the man falls, M'boka places a hand on Thrugg's shoulder. "My friend, it seemed that the light of the lantern was upon you! Do you feel alright? I have never encountered magic such as this before, but perhaps some of our more experienced comrades in the Society could free you of whatever affliction the Lantern placed upon you."

After the conversation with Thrugg is over, M'boka will use his wand to heal himself, then will borrow Silver Warden's wand to heal him.

CLW M'boka: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
CLW Silver Warden: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Warden, let me know if you want another charge.

A quick search of the wharehouse reveals the goods stolen from Skelg’s vault are stored in the loft. There are carpets, urns, sculptures, and other works of art, weighing a total of 800 pounds and worth 3,000 gp. There is also a box containing 2 potions of cure moderate wounds.

Beingirr recovers himself tied and starts yelling at you. You want me prisioner? WHy? Do you expect a ransom? The ulfen is confused after seen how some robbers where harder than they think and now he's been made prisioner.

Any question to him? And after the interrogation how do you want to proceed

"No. No ransom. What is this beacon and what did it do to me. And better yet, how do you reverse it?" Thrugg swings his shield around his back.

After everyone ask their questions, I would like to turn him into the proper authorities.

Anibal steps in. "I doubt he'll say. But we can always try to find out. I mean - I'm not usually the one to pry information by force. That said - a man's got to do what a man's got to do to get by, you know. With a reputation on the line and all that..."

He looks Beingirr in the eyes and produces a knife from his belt. He makes sure Beingirr sees the knife before continuing. "Tell me, old man. How pleased will your god be if you can't worship him due to lack of fingers on your hands?" As he says that, he turns the captive around and slightly pushes the dagger against the base of the fingers on the man's right hand. Just so that he can feel the cold steel on his skin. With the blunt edge of the blade, mind you. Not that Beingirr needs to know that.

"When he sees you squirm like a little girl as we remove all of these little ones, knuckle-bone by knuclke-bone. I doubt you'll ever be able to hold a blade in your hand and go to battle in his name."

"Tell my friend what he wants to hear, and we'll get you to the city guard - unharmed."

Intimidate: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

Merisiel leaves the interrogation to others, instead searching the room high and low for anything the party may have missed...especially loose bags of coins.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

While Anibal and Thrugg question Bengeirr, M'boka takes a moment to examine the lantern more closely, searching it for any signs of religious significance or any other distinctive markings.

Knowledge (religion): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (3) + 5 = 8
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

I can tell your friend what he wants to hear, but I doubt it will save my fingers as you'll feel cheated as soon as you discovered is not true. He pauses for a moment, defiant, to see how you react.

But you had fought well so you deserve something for your victory, so I'll answers his questions as well as I can. He then turns to Thrugg. That beacon, dwarf, seems to have powers similar to the Beacon of the North. A child tale about witches I heard countless times when I was young.

It is also said to give the powers to talk with the winter spirits, walk in the air if it's snowing, call yetis to fight for you and consume the soul of its user. Or the soul of the ones killed by them, sometimes old stories change. If its true or not I don't know.

Merisiel is upset after searching the room as she can´t find any bag of gold. It looks all the money was spent in those carpets, urns, and works of art, I'm sorry, but even the ulfens doesn´t wear a single gold coin.

M'boka doesn't find any religious significance of a latern, but it seems to have some arcane marks too difficult for any of you to understand.

Knowing than the latern can open portals, and being told Skelg thinks the cure must be on the other side there's only one option if you want to save both Selkg an Thrugg.

Going back to Skelg manor, you shine the Beacon of the North on the tapestry depicting a ship and a portal opens in front of it. It looks like a whirlwind with the changing colors of a rainbow.

As you step through the portal, you find yourself in a strange ice-cave. Sunlight filters through the walls and ceiling, and three braziers give some warmth to this otherwise chilly space. Warmth Thrugg is unable to feel. Directly ahead of you, a tunnel leads through the ice, sloping steeply downward. Behind you, a shimmering portal hangs on what appears to be a main mast embedded in the ice. Following the mast downward, you can barely make out the blurry outline of a ship’s deck below.

Now you have to decide if you go on and faces the risks of cold weather as you're clothed, DC 15 Fort save, or if you go back to prepare yourselves. But you don`t know how many time Skelg will resist and Thrugg is also cursed so there could be consecuences if you spend too much time

We could all get could weather gear, or go to the local alchemy shop and gets some potions of endure elements. But we do not know how long we have until I succumb to the cures, or Skelg dies. I would like to get a a potion, but if you all would rather press on, I am fine with that too.

Merisiel scowls. "We should press on," she says, eyeing the icy surroundings balefully. "It's cold, but time is not our ally here."

"Did you just openly admit to lie to us? Do you think that is wise, old man?"

Anibal pauses and absorbs the information provided.
"Well, we didn't really learn much from you, did we? I guess it will have to do either way. It's not my thing to cripple people, so you don't get new scars today. The city guard will take care of you."

Unless people have objections, I'd like to take them to the nearest guard post to get them arrested.

Fortitude: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

In the cave, Anibal shivers and rubs his hands as hard as he can to keep warm. It doesn't help, however. (Any status from the failed save?)

"I agree, we should carry on. It's a bit nippy, but that's nothing to compare to death's cold embrace. I assume at least. I did not die just yet."

Fortitude: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

M'boka shivers violently almost as soon as he enters the cave. His upbringing in the heat of the jungles of the Mwangi Expanse had not prepared himself for such bone-chilling cold. With his teeth chattering, he turned to the others, "Perhaps Master Skeig has some extra sets of furs we could wear? I do not think I will last too long in this kind of weather. Just going back to the house should not take us too long, eh?"

I think we should get some protection from the weather, but it looks like I am out-voted

CLW, wand, earlier: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4
that makes for full health

Silver Warden gratefully accepts more healing from M'boka. As they step through the portal, he pulls out a wand Burning Hands, CL3, 4 charges.

fortitude: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

"Y-y-yes. F-f-furs."

Merisiel Fort save: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 = 18
Thrugg Fort save, DC 16: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
Anibal non-lethal damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6
M`boka non-lethal damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4
Silver Warden non-lethal damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

Thrugg feels how the cold he feels inside became worse when he gets surrounded but so much ice, but his dwarven constitution allows him to resist.

Merisiel also resist the weather, but the rest of the group starts to show hypothermia syntoms, and the bad weather let them fatigued.

You can cure yourselves before going further.
Map updated

The sloped tunnel is slippery, but after a long curve it suddenly opens into another cave at the rear deck of a ship.
More braziers keep the worst of the cold at bay, but a wall of solid ice blocks access to the foredeck. A large drum stands on the deck, and behind it is a trapdoor leading into the hold.

I need to now a marching order to go through the trapdoor

put Silver Warden at the backish. I assume that profession check needs to be made trained?

-2 nonlethal altogether, so no healing yet

Thrugg will take point. Going down the trap door.

The map at the top of the page is the same map from the previous encounter. Unless I am using the wrong link

I don't think there's a need for a map just yet.

Anibal buttons his coat and positions himself to the back of the group.

Yes, profesion is trained only
There's not a need until you go down, but I forgot to modify it. Now you have a map of the encased ship.

As Thrugg goes down notices the smell of death and rot fills this lower deck, even with the cold. It is darker down here without the sunlight filtering through the ice, and no braziers burn. Shadowy movements are visible in the darkness, accompanied by an eerie creaking noise as though someone were still working the oars. A figure moves toward you along the aisle between the rowing benches. It appears to be a withered human wearing an Ulfen burial mask.

There's no light down there. If anyone is wearing a ioun torch or some kind of light let me know.

Thrugg's Darkvision aloows him to see the shadowy movements are indeed putrid rowers who turn instantly toward him with violent intentions.

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M'boka and Merisial hasn`t posted before the combat. Thay can change their position and heal themselves.

Anibal Ibarr (-6 non-lethal)
Merisiel
Thrugg
M'boka (-4 HP, -4 non-lethal)
Withered human
Rowers
Silver Warden (-2 non-lethal)

With the group moving down into the cold and darkness, despite his protests against it, M'boka decides he better get himself in proper shape. He draws his healing wand and uses its magic to help ease the remaining aches and pains of the previous fight.

Wand of CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8
M'boka is back to full health.

The wand's energy refreshes the young man and restores his courage to brave the cold and dark of the icy cavern. He casts a glowing node of light on the boss of his shield, draws his weapon, and boldly takes up a position near the head of the group as they march down into the darkness.

Since we were heading down into a dark tunnel, I figure M'boka probably would have provided some illumination and cast Light. That would obviously affect the way events unfolded by your description, so let me know if that's too meta-gamey to be okay.

As the group of Pathfinders enter the shadowy galley of the ship, M'boka hears the creaks and groans of the ghastly oarsmen and raises his weapon in a challenge to the creatures. He moves toward the nearest oarsman and attacks with his terbutje. He bashes the butt of his weapon into the rotting chest of the creature, then swings the crude blades in a wide arc to catch it in the ribs.

Terbutje attack: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24 Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11
Confirm Crit?: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13 Crit Damage (if confirmed): 2d8 + 6 ⇒ (7, 1) + 6 = 14

Thrugg moves into the center of the room. Hopefully drawing every ones attention.

I am probably going to get surrounded. So I guess I will take extra precaution

Total Defense/ AC will be 26 for this round.

If the area is completely dark, Anibal will cast light on a pebble or piece of ice and carry it around. Hearing the sound of battle, he follows Thrugg and M'boka.

Merisiel slips into the shadows as the group heads down into the ship's hold, scouting ahead of the party slightly as they travel.

Stealth: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

As unliving foes present themselves, she stays to the shadows, her rapier drawn, and waits for the opportunity to strike. Delay.

Silver Warden drops into the lower hold and blasts one of the creatures further down the hold with a bout of acid.

mystic bolts: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15 for acid: 1d6 ⇒ 1

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the description assumes some kind of light but no darkvision, hence why there are “shadowy movements” that thrugg is fully aware are caused by the rowers. No problem in casting light.

M'boka moves down and smash his terbutje in the nearest rower’s head, making it collapse to the round.
Merisiel tries to go down unnoticed and waits for a better time to strike.
Thrugg moves where he can draw the attention of the enemies and prepares to face their attacks.
Anibal also follows them down.

The withered man and the yellow rower charge Thrugg trying to bite and slam him, but he's well prepared and the attacks fails completely. Another rower joins the fray and slams him, the attack hits in his shield, but it's not enough as cold emanates from the impact and freezes his arm, albeit not much. Knowing now is better to dodge the rowers than to parry its attacks thrugg avoid the last attack.

Anyone has cold resistance?

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Silver Warden (-2 non-lethal) You posted before, but I suppose you don´t want to fire at a melee, do you?
Anibal Ibarr (-6 non-lethal)
Merisiel (hidden, DC 22)
Thrugg (-2 HP)
M'boka
Withered human
Rowers

"Ha ha, Come on you bastards. You can do better than that."

Switching to fighting defensively. +2 AC,-4 to hit

AC for my next round will be 24 and touch will be 15

attack vs yellow: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (5) - 3 = 2
damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

M'boka gives a victorious shout as the first of the rowers falls beneath his weapon. Emboldened by his successful attack, he advances on the next rower ahead of him and lashes out with the cruel edge of his terbutje.

Terbutje: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8 Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Anibal fires two arrows in a rapid succession. At the withered man.

Bow Flurry: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 81d8 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3
Bow Flurry: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 221d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Crit Confirm: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 172d8 + 4 ⇒ (1, 8) + 4 = 13

Merisiel attempts to sneak behind the withered man and stab him with her rapier.

1d20 + 4 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 4 + 2 = 13
1d6 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
1d6 ⇒ 1

my intention was to try to shoot into the melee, yes. It was the only option when I posted. 15 to hit touch AC might still hit after melee and cover penalties.

silver warden also has darkvision 60ft.

Silver Warden moves to back M'boka and slashes at the rower with a flash of green acid.

mystic bolts, attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7 for acid: 1d6 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4

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ugh. They nerfed mystic bolts. I don't add ability modifiers to damage anymore. I feel like I should get to do a rebuild after that change.

Not a nerf, but I also see it is not a touch attack.

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@Glomtin. Yes a rebuild looks a good alternative. But as the nerf came mid game continue using Silver Warden as it is.

Thruggs tries to attack, but being so focused in his defense that he can’t score a hit. M’boka advaces swinging his terbutje, but the rower’s benches bother him too much to fight properly.
One of Anibal arrows hit the withered man in the eye, killing it instantly. That causes Merisiel to change its attacks, stabing the yellow rower in the back, the same rower Silver warden burned a little with acid.

The yellow rower turns to attack Merisiel in response but the creature is unable to hit the rogue. The other two continue attacking Thrugg and if he wasn`t dodging them one could had hit him.
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Silver Warden (-2 non-lethal)
Anibal Ibarr (-6 non-lethal)
Merisiel
Thrugg (-2 HP)
M'boka
Yellow rower (-6 HP)
Rest of rowers

Despite the failure of his previous attack, M'boka continues to fight fiercely against the opponent in front of him. He checks the rower's attack with the rim of his shield and flashes the magical light upon its boss in the face of the creature before once again bringing his terbutje up in a swing from below.

Terbutje: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8 Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

"Have to do better than that," Merisiel taunts, jabbing at the rower again.

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
1d6 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5

M'boka laughs at Merisiel's jibe and returns the favor, "Ha! True enough. Let's see which of us has spent more time unconscious on the floor by day's end, though."

Merisiel smirks, having intended the barb for the rower. She does not, however, correct M'boka.

Anibal smirks.

"A little friendly competition can't hurt."

He draws two more bows saying that and lets them loose at the remaining rowers. Yellow

Bow Flurry: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (10) + 2 = 121d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
Bow Flurry: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 61d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

All good things come to an end.

Silver steps into a flank and lashes out at the rower with another bright flash of green acid.

mystic bolt, flanking: 1d20 + 5 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 5 + 2 = 20 for acid: 1d6 ⇒ 2

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Boting Thrugg with the same actions as the turn before

Thrugg attacks defensively the green rower: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (2) - 3 = -11d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Merisiel forgotten sneak damage: 1d6 ⇒ 2

M'boka and Merisiel interchange puns as they attack the rowers, but M'boka winning the puns contest and Merisiel destroying her enemy

Anibal and thrugg fail their attacks, but at least Silver Warden is able to wound one of the remaining rowers.

The rowers continue attacking stubbornly despite their inability to hit anything.

Green rower vs Thrugg: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (9) + 2 = 111d6 ⇒ 3
Blue rower vs silver Warden: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 61d6 ⇒ 2

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Silver Warden (-2 non-lethal)
Anibal Ibarr (-6 non-lethal)
Merisiel
Thrugg (-2 HP)
M'boka
Blue rower (-2 HP)
Green rower

Hold on a minute. Are these undead? I know I should have taken Kn. Religion. Next level up, I guess.

Hold on a minute. Are these undead? I know I should have taken Kn. Religion. Next level up, I guess.

Nobody has tried to identify them, but I can tell it to you if anyone can pass a DC 10. And remember you can make a check untrained up to that dificulty

Once illuminated, Anibal takes a look at the creatures they're up against.Kn. Religion: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (20) - 1 = 19

Ok well, that's a crit wasted.

Anibal realizes both the rowers and the former withered human are undead. What was the human is beyond his knowledge and now it really doesn´t matter. The rowers, for her part are zombies, but they look diferent from the zombies they had learn about as they doesn´t resist his arrows as well as expected and their touch can freeze.

Is just a confirmation of what you know; no DR/slashing and a touch attack theat make cold damage.

Merisiel takes another jab at a nearby zombie. Moving closer to one of them, if necessary.

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
1d6 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
1d6 ⇒ 6

M'boka attempts to take another swing at the rower in front of him. He has to get through this one in order to move on and help Thrugg and Merisiel with the other two, and they were running out of time to help free Skeig and Thrugg from the curse of the lantern. Newly determined to strike their enemies down, M'boka puts all his might behind his next attack.

Terbutje, but better this time: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13 Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Still fighting defensively.
attack: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (13) - 3 = 10
damage: 1d8 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

"Damn undead. Let go of this life..."

He fires 2 more arrows at one of the creatures. Green

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 71d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 81d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6