PFS: AP: Carrion Crown (CORE!) Table 2 (Inactive)

Game Master R D

Yeah, I'll lead.

Map updated.

The party enters the crypt. The fog seems to follow them.

I still need an answer: What light source(s)?

Dolgarth can see the tracks as laid out on the map.

The vapor of the fog seeps through the now-open doorway to this crypt. It seems to stop at the edges of the light, as though the light is keeping it at bay. The tendrils of fog at the edge of the light writhe and dance.

The party can hear something--a skittering? Because of the echoes in the empty space down here, it is impossible to determine the source of the noise.

I had cast Light on the tankard hanging at my hip before entering.

Blackheath tightens his two-handed grip on his long sword and follows Dolgarth whenever the ranger is ready to head deeper into the crypt.

My bad, I missed the tankard. Thanks.

Map updated.

I just saw the avatar for Kiki the Lion and you almost lost a player to "death by laughter." That is too funny.

oh man I just got into my hotel dude that is to funny ^_^

Gravleon steps forward drawing his sword and shield "let's see what evil is a foot here..."

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Awww kitty kitty kitty

"Speakin' o' feet..." Dolgarth points out the tracks. "We may's well follow this here trail. Reckon it'll lead somewheres nice?"

Dolgarth begins to walk alongside the tracks, urging the others to follow (unless there are any objections).

I just saw the avatar for Kiki the Lion and you almost lost a player to "death by laughter." That is too funny.

Glad you enjoyed my choice. :-)

Dolgarth moves up to the door. As the party moves away from the entrance to the crypt, th fog "takes a step" down the stairs and inside. The skittering / clicking / scraping noises increase.

I moved everyone on the map.

Blackheath will step to the left side of the door and give his friends time to prepare themselves. When Dolgarth gives him the sign, he will open the door.

I don't know if people would like to (or are able to) ready an attack in case anything comes in when I open the door.
@GM, I am trying to open the door without blocking Dolgarth and the party. I would open it on the party's signal.

"Alright, le's do it," Dolgarth says, giving the signal to open the door and drawing his weapon.

Blackheath opens the door.

As Blackheath starts to go for the door Vandal quickly moves in front of him and puts his hand up in to stop the half-elf. Then whispers, "Let me check it before you open it."

Perception for traps:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

"Seems clear." The thief moves to the back and tries to stay hidden.

Stealth:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9
Oh I'm an awesome roller! lol

LOL! :-D

Map updated.

When no horrible creature jumps out at them, Blackheath steps back into place behind Dolgarth.
"Only way to go is down. Story of my life, really."

Map updated. Everyone good with this marching order?

As the party descends and take the light with them, the fog takes furtive steps into the crypt following them deeper--ever staying at the edges of the light. The skittering, scraping sound is louder in here. Somehow, it sounds more... frantic...

Looks good to me. Blackheath will follow the group down as soon as everyone else is ready.

With every step that the party takes, the skittering grows more insistent, and the tendrils of fog seem to test the edges of light!

Their steps echo unnaturally.

The air down here seems several degrees cooler. Your breath becomes visible as you exhale.

Time seems to slow down.

Step.

Skitter, skitter, skitter.

Exhale.

Step.

Skitter, skitter, skitter.

Inhale.

Step.

Skitter, skitter, skitter.

It's getting colder.

Gravleon places his shield on front of him using the holy symbol on it as a Devine focus, "I will not be subjected to this evil" and a wave of holy power emits from him

channel pos energy ^_^ just in case

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Vandel holds his breath and readies his spear trying to pinpoint the skitter noises.

Perception:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Gravleon is creeped out by the ambiance of the crypt. In defiance he channels positive energy. As he calls upon the power of his deity, the fog seems to surge forward hungrily, and the skittering noises grow louder.

Vandel notices that the skittering noise seems to emanate from the walls themselves. All the walls. All around the party.

There are numerous cracks ion the walls.

Now that the front door is open and moisture and cold air permeates the crypt, water has begun to condense on the walls. With all the cracks everywhere, it looks like the walls are "bleeding."

Undaunted, the party continues forward. There is a lone sarcophagus down here. Yep. Just the one.

The fog follows them down. The skittering increases. The walls continue to "bleed".

(Map updated.)

The party surrounds the sarcophagus. The skittering reaches an impossible crescendo. Then, two things (Knowledge Nature) drop from the ceiling.

1d6 ⇒ 31d6 ⇒ 2

They land next to Blackheath and Sangre.

Blackheath and Vandel are up first!

Knowledge: Nature: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

The clown realizes he is being attacked by small elephants -- and nobody is likely to convince him otherwise with a roll like that.

Blackheath runs his index and middle fingers along his blade, imbuing it with arcane power (swift action -- arcane strike) before slashing at the beast using a two-hand grip on his longsword.

longsword attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10
damage (wishful thinking): 1d12 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8

The DC to ID them is only 5. He might be convinced that these multi-legged creatures with large, compound eyes, and hard shell-like carapaces aren't elephants. Maybe. ;-P

The bard is so surprised that he misses! Vandel is up!

The DC to ID them is only 5. He might be convinced that these multi-legged creatures with large, compound eyes, and hard shell-like carapaces aren't elephants. Maybe. ;-P

Wow, 5 and I still missed it! Clearly these are elephants in their larval state.

Vandel, enemy #2 on the map has not yet acted in combat. He would be subject to your sneak attack damage.

Vandel moves around the edge of the group and strikes at the creature with his spear.

Spear Strike:1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
Damage:1d8 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Sneak Attack damage:1d6 ⇒ 5
Total Damage:14

on my turn
Gravleon lifts his sword attacking the beast in front of him

scimitar: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8

And he follows up with his shield

spike shield: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (15) + 2 = 17
damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

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Vandel makes short work of enemy #2.

Enemy #1 attacks: Bite: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (6) + 2 = 8, Miss!

Gravleon finishes off enemy #1.

Combat over.

Now that you're here, anybody doing any investigating?

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Blackheath examines the room and sarcophagus but does not yet try to open it.

Looks like it could open rather easily.

"Before we open it, would you like to speak any words on behalf of Pharasma, Dolgarth?"

Blackheath prepares to assist in the lifting of the lid.

"Vandel, would you be kind enough to cover us as we lift it?"

" well we are here we might as well get this blasted thing open"

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K{religion}: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

"Say whatever prays you need to open properly, but first let me check it out as well." Vandel looks over the sarcophagus.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

The party carefully checks the sarcophagus. Seeing no obvious, immediate peril, you open the lid!!!

Insert appropriately suspenseful music score here. ;-P

Inside, you find loot. :-D

"These must be some of the tools Petros spoke of in his journal. Let's get these wrapped up and back to the Lorrimor estate before locals get the wrong ideas. Then we can get ready for a trip to the prison."

If the others agree, Blackheath will pack up the loot and take it back, closing the crypt on the way out.

Anybody want to try to ID the vials?

Is that a Spellcraft check? If so, I don't have it. I will try Arcana, though, just in case.

Knowledge:Arcana: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

Knowledge:Arcana: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 1 = 10

D'oh! :-(

Yes, spellcraft. But, depending on the situation, I might allow other checks (from time to time) if you can apply them creatively. :-)
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As you examine the vials, you hear a scream from outside. It sounds far away.

"I think that's our cue!" Blackheath finishes dumping all the loot into bags before rushing off into the direction of the scream. He hopes the others follow him.

Presumably, you all follow Blackheath to the source of the scream?

"by the light what could be happening out there" and with that Gravleon rushes off into the direction of the scream

Seems like it came from the direction of the Monument.

Blackheath does not sheath his sword as they head to the monument.

out we go...it's cathulu isn't it. ..

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LOL, Gravleon! :-)

As the party arrives at the monument, they see a young couple--a man and a woman in their mid-to-late teens. The young lady is crying.

There's blood splattered all over the monument. There is, perhaps, not as much blood as the local described to Grimburrow. But, there's still quite a lot. Here and there are tiny bits of gore--a small piece of muscle, a bit of brain, etc. The blood has been used to write a "V" at the statue's base.

When they notice you're arrival, the young woman screams again. Looking at the party she shrieks: "Eeek! What did ye do? What have you brought upon our town?"

A crowd of locals is approaching hurriedly in the distance. It seems her screams have drawn them.

Blackheath waits until the crowd is within earshot and then, in a loud and carrying voice, shouts the following speech:

This bright young woman has asked what we've brought to your town! And, good people, I will tell you that the only thing we bring to Ravengro is its SALVATION!

The time for secrecy is over! As you know, we have come for the funeral of Professor Lorrimor, but what you do not know is that we suspect he was murdered! Yes! An early victim of the beast that still haunts this town. No doubt, Lorrimor was on its trail -- having himself protected Ravengro and other parts of the country from the forces of evil for years -- but, alas, age is an enemy to us all, and it seems the hunter became the hunted, thus leaving Ravengro without her most stalwart defender!

And that is why WE shall take up the heroic Lorrimor's mantle. We shall avenge his death, and beat back the shadows that threaten to overtake this town! Already, with the permission of Father Grimburrow, we have inspected a strange crypt -- aye, strange indeed that it was EMPTY! Completely lacking in the corpse department!

Doesn't it make sense, though? When the beast is vandalizing a memorial to the brave heroes of Ravengro, its supposed resting place would be emptier than a hermit's cell during happy hour!

This sword in my hand, I pledge to the defense of Ravengro! We are hot on the trail of the vile creature! Let us prove our intentions -- let us show that we are friends of the townspeople here!

And, in light of the heroic sacrifices of these brave guards here memorialized, and in respect to the wishes of Petros Lorrimor, I, Blackheath the Monster Slayer -- you may have heard of me -- shall forgo my usual fee, and I will bag your monster FOR FREE!

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28
He backs his words with a dazzling smile.

Anyone have an aid another to knock that up to 30? I feel that we may need it. The townsfolk seem pretty wound up.

The crowd isn't really sure WHAT Blackheath says. However, he says it with such smooth aplomb that they all pause.

"Did he say free?" one asks.

"Salvation! Uh... Wait. What did he save us from?" another questions.

"He slayed a monster!" exclaims a third.

"Do we have monsters in Ravengro?" wonders yet another.

"Well, we sure don't now!" responds someone else.

They're all unsure what just happened. Yet they're all smiling. And they all look to Blackheath to see what's going to happen next.
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Then, one of them notices all the blood on the memorial... and screams.

They're not hostile to the party. But somebody did something awful to the monument. That's going to upset all the townsfolk--regardless of anything else.